Moved out to the hills of Carter County Tennessee after a divorce. One day a truck pulls up and a grizzled old hillbilly pulls up, missing teeth, unshaved, smelly with filthy clothes and a corncob pipe. "HA neighbor Ha'r yew? Come up to invite you to a party at my place on Saturday." "Nah...I said...going through a divorce, don't much feel like partying." "Oh come on" said the hillbilly...there's going to be gamblin and drinkin, and singin and dancin and fightin and !@#$ing." I thought about it and said "Okay..I'll be there...what should I wear?" The Hillbilly said "Doesn't matter, It's just gonna be you and me."