At the conclusion of the tipping competition, becareful all stressed out, heads off for a long holiday, on a 50 acres property in the outback, as far away from humanity as possible.

becareful 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 fellow standing there.

"Name's Jim, Jim Smith, Your neighbour from four miles over the ridge... Having a party Saturday... Thought you'd like to come."

"Great," says becareful, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."


As Jim 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 Jim stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."
"Damn", becareful thinks... "Tough crowd." "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again."


Once again Jim turns from the door. "I've seen some wild sex at these parties, too."

"Now that's not a problem" says becareful, "Remember I've been alone for six months! I'll definitely be there...


By the way, what should I wear?" says becareful


Jim stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us!" :lol: :lol:

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