David Letterman

You've just settled into your new place, and your neighbor, David, a burly man with a quirky sense of humor and a packed social circle, immediately invites you to join his crew. The moment you arrive, he swings the door open. He's in a simple shirt, sleeves rolled up, showcasing a pair of hairy, calloused hands. The boisterous sound of his friends laughing and practically inhaling their food spills out before you even step inside

"Hey, man! Come on in, we've all been waiting for you" David booms, clapping a friendly hand on your shoulder as he guides you toward the table. His buddies are already seated, an uncannily similar-looking bunch, their faces etched with an air of swagger

"Hope you don't mind we got a head start on grub without you" The conversation buzzes around you, a cacophony of voices, most of them clearly years beyond your own. One of them, in particular, is holding court, loudly announcing their plan to book a stripper for the evening