I thought that's what tailgating is all about. Drinking, fighting, mooning.....oh, and don't forget hand jobs.
High-powered exec type retires to the country.
He's at the end of his driveway checking the mail when his nearest neighbor pulls up and says, "Howdy, neighbor! I'd like to invite ya to a party at my place tonight!"
Exec says, "Great! I'll be there." Neighbor says, "Now, I gotta warn ya: there's gonna be some drinkin and druggin goin on."
Exec says, "That's no big deal, I'm the king of the three-martini lunch." Neighbor says, "Well, I should also warn ya: there's probably gonna be some fightin' goin on."
Exec says, "No worries, I get along with everyone." Neighbor says, "Good, but I should also warn ya: there's gonna be some fuckin goin on."
Exec says, "Whatever constitutes a good time for my neighbors, I'm cool with. What should I wear?"
Neighbor says, "Doesn't matter. Just gonna be you and me."