Stress

[Grunt]

Phil has been in the oil business for 25 years and is finally sick of the
stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in the outback as far
from humanity as possible. He 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, hairy ethinic standing there.

"Names Zed...Your neighbor from four miles over the ridge... Having a
party Saturday... thought you'd like to come."

"Great," says Phil "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some local
folks. Thank you."

As Zed is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you there's gonna be some
drinkin."

"Not a problem... after 25 years in the oil business, I can do that with the
best of them."

Again, as he starts to leave Zed stops. "More ''n'' likely gonna be
some fightin, too."

Damn, Phil thinks... tough crowd. "Well, I get along with people. I'll be
there. Thanks again."

Once again Zed turns from the door. "I''ve seen some wild sex at these
parties, too."

"Now that's not a problem" says Phil, "Remember I''ve been alone for six
months! I''ll definitely be there ... by the way, what should I wear to the
party?"

Zed stops in the door again and says "Whatever you want, it''s just
gonna be the two of us."

[Termite]

First game to Grunt.........Can't wait for Zed's serve.

[Iain]

Souinds a bit like the bloke from Newcastle selling new/used japanese chisels, Al's mate.