A guy from New York is sick of the city; all the crime and noise. He decides he is going to move out to the county and live out the rest of his life in solitude.

He cashes in his 401k and all of his stocks and buys a 30 acre plot of land in Idaho.

He spends the next three months building his house and doesn't see one single person. He is putting the last nail in the roof and he sees a cloud of dust coming toward him. It's a guy on a horse. Oh shit!, he thinks.

The guy, very friendly, says is a strong southern accent: "Howdy friend! I'm your nearest neighbor. I live five miles down the road, I heard someone was gonna to be living here and, well I came to invite you to a party at my place this Friday night."

The guy says, "I don't mean to be rude, and I appreciate the offer, but I came out here to be alone. It's nothing personal."

The neighbor says "Well, hell. This is gonna be the best god-damn party you ever been to. There's gonna be dancin' and drinkin' and fuckin' and fightin'... A real barn burner!"

The guy thinks well, that sounds like a lot of fun. Maybe one last send-off before he spends his life alone.

He says "What the hell. Why not? I'll go. What should I wear?"

The neighbor says "Wear?! Shit, that don't matter none. It's just gonna be you and me!"