Listen up, Carrion Lotion.
Your long-standing obssession with parts of my anatomy begs several questions, not the least of which is, given that parts of your brain are going full necro for want of an adequate O2 supply, could it be that your tightie brownies are two sizes too small?
Your trollish indignation at the variety of human experience suggests one thing only, and that is that dancing angels outnumber your intelligent thoughts on the head of a pin.