Tom had been in the liquor business for 25 years. Finally, sick of the stress he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge bearded man is standing there.
"Names Lars, your neighbour from 40 miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come. About 5p.m."
"Great" says Tom,"After six months out here Im ready to meet some local folks. Thank you".
As Lars is leaving he stops. "Gotta warn you, be some drinkin'"
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"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business I can drink with the best of 'em"
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Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. "More'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too".
"Well I get along with people. I'll be alright there. Thanks again".
"More'n' likely be some wild sex too".
"Now that's really not a problem", says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been alone for 6 months. I'll definitely be there. By the way what should I wear?"