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FYI: The names have been changed to incriminate the innocent.Drewski has been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Texas as far from humanity as possible. Drewski 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, bald Texas hot tub salesman standing there. "Name's Term... Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge... Having a party Saturday... Thought you'd like to come." "Great," says Drewski, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you." As Term is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you there's gonna be some drinkin'and cigar smokin' ." "Not a problem... After 25 years in the computer business, I can drink and smoke with the best of 'em." Again, as he starts to leave Term stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too." "Damn", Drewski thinks... "Tough crowd." "Well, I get along with people. I'll be there. Thanks again." Once again Term turns from the door. "I've seen some wild hottub sex at these parties, too." "Now that's not a problem" says Drewski, "Remember I've been alone for six months! I'll definitely be there... By the way, what should I wear?" Term stops in the door again and says, "Whatever you want, just gonna be the two of us."
What do you call a guy with no arms or legs in the hot tub?Stu.
Thanks for all the jokes, they were a big help.I went and graduated last night, so I won't be needing them anymore.
I'm excited... less than 24 hours after 'graduating' I tentatively have my first private party lined up. Yeah!!!!