Amos, & hi-ho to you too! "...you seem to be on a roll indeed..." Well you know I'm always a Hotdog. Of course that's my holistic unitary Self, not just some discrete, or indiscreet, Part. Which brings us back to that scratched Volvo, haw haw prettygood...but them foreign parts is Hard to Come by...(Comeallye merrymary ladies, you can do something with that "holistic" now, can't yez?)

A. - "But I note you did not, yourself, answer the question! Hmmmmmm?" Nyaah, Hmmmmmm yerself. I refuse to answer on the grounds it might tend to inseminate somebody. Anyway the Naming of Twats is a Difficult Matter. / OKOK so I ain't got one of them Muffets anyway, so sue me, I just had to say it.

Look, can we break this down even further (sorry LH), to Subcomponents? Sometimes my Glans answers to "Dubya"...aah just use your Head & you'll get it... "...family referred to male thingies as Poochies..." Poochies izzit, hrrmmph, no, little too close to home, there...Wait, I've got it! (Well. So to speak.) I hereby Dub thee, Musha Lingam. / It's Sanskrit corrupted into Mouthmusic. (Figure of speech.)