Robbo had been working in the police force for 25 years. Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land out in the bush in Western Australia as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postie once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet. After six months of total isolation, someone knocks on his door.
He opens it and a huge, bearded bloke is standing there.
G'day mate, I'm Bruce, your neighbor from hundred forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at around 5:00.
'Bloody great', says Robbo, 'after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks, thanks mate!.'
As Bruce is leaving, he stops. 'Gotta warn you. Be some drinking'.'
'No worries' says Robbo. 'After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em'.
Again, the big bloke starts to leave but stops. 'More 'n' likely gonna be some fighting' too.'
'Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right! . I'll be there. Thanks again.'
Again,the big bloke starts to leave and stops. 'More'n likely be some pretty wild sex too,' ,
'Now that's really no worries' says Robbo, warming to the idea. 'I've been all alone for six months without a single root!
I'll definitely be there on Friday!
By the way, what should I wear?'
'Who gives a sh*t, says the bloke. Just gonna be the two of us.'
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