That's not how this works and you know it.
What happens is I turn up an hour late, make everyone stop doing whatever they're doing and play Nascar with me, then as soon as a race starts go for a poo, miss the whole race and come back whinging that you're doing something else again.
You should know this by now Lee, I'm rather disappointed in you.
Yay, I can't wait to whinge about wanting to do Nascar races for an hour whilst Lee drags me through Sumo or some target bollocks. What a night.
Guess I'll need alcohol to get me through it.