There's this saying about the female counterpart which is:
The quickest way to know a girl is to go shopping with her.
I highly doubt so and at the very same time can't help but agree just goes to show how fickle minded I 'am...

I wish I could find ways to understand more and go deep down to the core of your thinking center and figure out what has been going so wrong....A dream a wish list a vision..

On the other hand I can't help but to read and over read the writing's of Les Claypool on his
detachable penis and it's adventures....it just cracks me up as how he talks about the adventures that he encounters with his detachable penis of..

I woke up this morning
with a bad hangover
and my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time:
it's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time:
I can leave it home
when I think it's going to get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out
when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party,
get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.

First I looked around my apartment
and I couldn't find it
so I called up the place where the party was.
They hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
(because for some reason I leave it there sometimes)
but not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called some other people from the party
but they were no help either.

I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.

After a few hours of searching the house
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed.
So I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast.
Then as I walked down Second Avenue
towards St. Mark's place where all those
people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him,
He wanted 22 bucks,
but I talked him down to 17.
I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on.

I was happy again.
Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but,
I don't know. Even though it's sometimes a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.

Talk about your penis having it's own wings....Which sums up to many years ago when first joined Lim Kok Wing and in the males toilet there was this drawing of a cock with wings and lim written as the base of it, simply signifies Lim Kok Wing (Lim Cock Wing)
talk about being super creative...I think it's a pure ass masterpiece of thinking totally out of the box