People tend to check in during these times:
Deffffinitely try watching yourself masterbating in the downstairs bathroom mirror!
I knew you were going soft. Dinner's gonna be cold tonight, asshole!
Getting drunk on the reg, fucking good times on the reg, yachts on the reg, sex on the reg. Basically, all the shit that most men fantasize about.
Tiki Torches. Three whole pigs. Fucking shitloads of macaroni and cheeses. Baked potatoes. Collard greens. A horse. Fucking Puerto Rican chicks showing their pussies and tits off everywhere.
You should see my fuckin cookouts, man. When I was back in Seattle, I had the goddamn Spoonman from the soundgarden videos coming to my shit. Oh, yeah. I'm talking six grills burning at all times.
I'm the designated driver. Responsibility matters
That's what's up