Cabin Fever

Bob had been in the software business for 30 years.

Finally sick of the stress he retires from his job and buys
50 acres of land in the Yukon 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.

"Name's John, your neighbour from forty miles up the road.
Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come. 
About 5:00."

"Great", says Bob, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet
some local folks. Thank you."

As John is leaving, he stops.
"Gotta warn you ... be some drinkin'."

"Not a problem" says Bob.. "After 30 years in the business,
I can drink with the best of 'em."

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 all right. I'll be there.
Thanks again."

"More'n likely be some wild sex, too."

"Now that's really not a problem" says Bob, warming to the idea.
"I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way,
what should I wear?"

"Don't much matter ... Just gonna be the two of us."