I agree with Kilmeade.
That’s alright, darling. But just remember, the sweet, little toes you step on today are attached to the sweet little a_s you’ll have to kiss tomorrow... although, come to think of it... that would mean I don’t have a leg to stand on. ;^)
At least we still have the sport of long-distance competitive urination as the last bastion of unspoiled maledom.