It’s an old joke and I’m sure you’ve all heard it, but for some reason I’m just dying to tell it. So here it is.
A businessman is just passing through town and stops in at a local watering hole to have a drink. It’s a small place, not very busy, so he takes a seat at the bar and orders a beer. He’s barely taken a sip when a big, bearded, overall-sporting fellow gets up from his stool at the far end of the bar and approaches the businessman.
“Hey, man,” he says, leaning against the bar, “if you’re interested I’m havin’ a party at my place later this evening. You’re more than welcome to stop by.”
The businessman shakes his head. “No thanks, my friend. I’m exhausted. I’m gonna check into a hotel somewhere nearby and get some sleep.”
The big guy shrugs. “Suit yourself, but there’s gonna be lotsa drinkin’ and lotsa dancin’.”
The businessman smiles. “I don’t think so, but I appreciate the invite.” He lifts his beer to the big guy.
The big guy goes back to his stool at the other end of the bar. The businessman sits there nursing his beer and thinking it over, and eventually he decides he needs to get out more, so he gets up and approaches the big guy. “Hey, listen,” he says, “I’ve reconsidered. I’d love to stop by your party tonight, if the invitation’s still open.”
“Well sure it is,” the big guy says, smiling from ear to ear. “Here, lemme write you down some directions!” And he starts scribbling something onto a napkin.
“Sounds like a pretty wild bash you’re throwing there,” the businessman says.
“You bet, man. There’s gonna be lotsa fuckin’ and lotsa suckin’.”
“Right. So, what should I wear?”
The big guy waves his hand. “Ah, man, just dress casual. It’s only gonna be you and me there.”