Mick had been aGuard for30 years in Tralee.
Finally sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 3 acres of land in countryside about 5 miles from his nearest neighbour
He 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, someone knocks on his door... He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.
"Name's fPaddy your neighbour from 5 miles up the road. Having a party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00..."
"Great", says Mick, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you...!"
As Paddy is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you. Be some drinking."
"Not a problem," says Mick. "After 30 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em."
Again, the big man starts to leave and 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."
"More'n likely be some wild sex too."
"Now that's really not a problem!" says Mick, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there.
By the way, what should I wear?"
"Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us."
