A guy who has lived his entire life in the city decides to drop everything and move up to the mountians of the north country to write a book. he buys a cabin and doesn't see a soul for may... june.... july... august... sept... oct... then thanksgiving rolls around and he's really depressed. About a week into december he gets a knock on the door. he opens it to find a really old hillbilly with a beard down to his knees and looks like he hasn't bathed in about a year. The Hllbilly says "Hi, I'm your neighbor.. i live down the road about about 20 miles from here. I'm having a little chrismas party and I'd like to envite ya." The city guy says, 'Great i'd love to come... what should I expect at this party?" The hillbilly replys...."well, we usually start off with a little drinking, followed up with some heavy drinking... then some drugs. Then there will usually be some fighting, oh there will be lots of fighting... and then sex. Lots of sex". The city guy says- "great! this reminds me of my city days, what should I wear???" the hillbilly guy says-" oh i dont care, its just going to be the 2 of us!"
