You CAN coerce me into a private and dubiously intimate hang with the promise of a "Nailed It" marathon. How I love to bray with obnoxious laughter at the expense of these culinary simpletons!
hOW ABOUT A PRIVATE AND, nOT DUBIOUSLY INTIMATE, hANG SESH?
Id still eat them!
... The dubious nature of your removal of the word dubious strikes me. Is it no longer dubious because it is or isn't intimate?
I know, son. I know.
I get it, i understand. I know my place,, don't worry, ill go trot off like a horse with a lame leg just call me when you're ready to make a stop by the glue factory, you can use my remains to make sentimental tchotchkes and knick knacks with your NEW SON.
... I don't know that he's new, per se! Judging by your profiles, he's a smidge older than you.
The silent implication that you do wish to make tchotchkes and knick knacks with him is a dagger through my heart "Mother"