Gouging yourself on chicken and peas and Ya Dong egg nog at his outdoor dining table with that sweet smell of nearby chicken farm whilst playing Monopoly and pin the wife's lingerie on the soi dogs then watching him tap his manky feet to I'm a Cider Drinker with Yogis bollocks staring you in the eye?
I'd sooner fly to Canada and put 50 bucks towards sharing a hooker with Socal.