My Uncle Ray
My uncle Ray told this story about 25 years ago: There was a bussiness man in New York City, he worked in an office with all kinds of stress, deadlines, making desicions, and it got to be too much for him. He decided to move to the middle of nowhere and get all the stress out of his life. He bought a house and piece of land out in the sand hills of North Central Nebraska. When he was purchasing the land from the real state agent, an old truck drove by and he asked the seller about the driver of the vehicle. The agent said "that's your neighbour, he lives on the next and last ranch five miles down the road". Six months later all was going well but he was just a little lonely. One day his neighbour was driving down the road and pulled into the bussiness man's ranch. The old rancher got out of his truck and told the bussiness man that he was there to invite him to a welcome-to-the-neighbourhood party on Friday at 7:00 pm. Then the rancher said: "I just want you to know there will be some drinking at the party", the reply was "No problem", he liked to drink sometime and then the rancher said: "There's going to be some cussing", once again "No problem". Then the rancher said: "There's going to be some gambling", once again "No problem". Then the rancher said: "There probably will be some fighting", again with some hesitation he replied "No problem". Then the rancher said: "There's going to be some sex", once again he thought about it and said "No problem".
As the old rancher started to leave the bussiness man asked the rancher: "What should I wear?". The old rancher replied: "Hell it don't matter what you wear, it is only going to be you and me".