Tony had been in business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres 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 there is a big, bearded man standing there. “Name’s John… Your neighbor from forty miles away…. Having a Christmas party Friday. Thought you might like to come. About 5…” “Great,” says Tony, “after six months out here I’m ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.” As John is leaving, he stops. “Gotta warn you there’s gonna be some drinkin.’” “Not a problem… after 25 years in business, I can drink with the best of em.” Again, as he starts to leave, John stops. “More’n’ likely gonna be some fightin’ too.” Tony says, “Well, I get along with people. I’ll be there. Thanks again”. Once again John turns from the door. “I’ve seen some wild sex at these parties too.” “Now that’s really not a problem,” says Tony. “I’ve been all alone for six months! I’ll definitely be there. By the way, what should I bring?” John stops in the door again and says, “Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us.”