Let’s be honest. The holidays can be stressful. Spending them with uptight family members, with your mom on too much Xanax and your dad drunkenly shouting at your liberal cousin about Obama, can turn what is meant to be a happy time into a “drink until you pass out” time. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to wash my hands of the whole Americanized traditional experience that everyone secretly hates and get on a plane to Bali (no I am not stealing the plot from Four Christmases) and pretend that Christmas never existed.

And if I were to do that, and I were to pick ONE celebrity to show up on that island and spend the whole escapis week with me, I feel like I’d choose that dapper gentleman up there. Look at him. Look at that snowman sweater. Look at the CHAIN that snowman has on. TURTLENECK. SANTA HAT. WHAT COULD BE AND MOST LIKELY IS A HUGE BLUNT. I feel like that gent right there would make the perfect travel companion. Funny, willing to look silly, and so laid-back he probably has blood pressure of a zombie librarian.

So, if you’re reading this, Snoop, and you want to pay for a trip for yours truly and yourself to fly to the middle of nowhere this holiday season, my schedule is open. Happy holidays, my nizzle.