At least according to my husband, who says:
Seriously. You have a lot of sex, every day, and toss back handfills of pills. Rockstar.
Can't argue with logic like that can you?
Of course, this is also the man who, in playing online games sans headset, wishes he could get a headset solely for the purpose of finding how long it would take to get thrown out of the game by singing show tunes non-stop.
Love. Him. To. Death.