There was once a stockbroker who had made a ton of money off the stock market and decided to retire to a ranch in Montana. One day he was out in his front yard planting some flowers when he sees dirt flying up behind a truck. The truck pulls into his driveway and a famer gets out of his truck."Hi, my name is Bob. I'm your neighbor. I live about five miles away and I came to invite you to a party I am having tonight.""What kind of a party is it?" asks the stockbroker."Oh, we're going to do a little dancing, a little fighting, a little eating, little drinking, and a little screwing.""That sounds great,' said the stockbroker. "What should I wear?""I don't care," said Bob. "It's just gonna be the two of us."

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