A man moves to the Appalachian Mountains to get away from it all. He really likes it, but hasn't had a visitor the entire three months he's been there. Finally a hillbilly neighbor comes over and invites him to a party that Saturday night.
"Now I gotta warn ya," the man says. "There's gonna be some drinkin'."
"That's okay," the guy says. "I can hold my liquor."
"And there's gonna be some dancin'," the hillbilly adds.
"That's okay," the guy says. "I can cut the rug pretty good."
"There's gonna be some fightin', too," the hillbilly warns.
"That's okay," says the guy. "I don't believe in fighting, but I can hold my own."
"And there's gonna be some wild sex," says the hillbilly.
"Well, I seldom have a problem with that," the guy says cheerfully.
"Okay," says the hillbilly. "See you Saturday."
"Wait a minute," says the guy. "What should I wear?"
"It don't matter," says the hillbilly. "Just gonna be the two of us."