Sam had been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in North Dakota as far from humanity as possible. Sam 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, he's finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door. He opens it and there is a big, bearded man standing there. "Name's Lars, your neighbor from four miles away. Havin' a party Saturday, thought you'd like to come."
"Great," says Sam, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."
As Lars is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you, there's gonna be some drinkin'."
"Not a problem. After 25 years in the computer business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, as he starts to leave Lars stops. "More'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."
Sam says, "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again."
Once again Lars turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties, too."
"Now that's not a problem" says Sam, "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"
Lars stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want - just gonna be the two of us."