Here it is.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Since I waxed semi-eloquent on the weather in West Virginia, I decided I'd do the 400th blog with my favorite West Virginia joke.
A Washington lobbyist grew tired of the fast lane and retired to a cabin in the mountains of West Virginia. He couldn't see another house from where he lived and he was delighted with his new life. He read and wrote and ate simply. He couldn't have been happier.
But on the very day he began to feel lonely for the first time, about three months into his wilderness retreat, there was a knock at his door.
When he opened the door he was confronted by a huge, hairy mountain man.
"Hey there," the man said, "I'm your nearest neighbor. I live over the ridge of that second mountain out there to the west and I've come to invite you to a party."
The city man thought that might just be the best thing to cure his newly arrived loneliness--a party in the mountains.
"I'd love to come," he said to the Mountaineer.
"I hav' to warn you," the native said, "there'll be some drinkin'."
"I like a drink from time to time," the city guy replied.
"And there'll prob'ly be some fightin'," his guest told him.
"Well alcohol will do that," said the man from Washington.
"And, last but not least," the West Virginian told him, "there will most likely be some sex."
The city guy wasn't ready for that but he knew he was a stranger in a strange land, so he agreed and said, "well, I understand that might happen."
The mountain man gave him directions to his house, just a mountain or two over.
"Well," the DC guy said, trying to fit in to the culture, "what should I wear?"
"Dudn't matter much," the huge Hill-Billie told him, "it'll jist be you and me...."