Look, we've been smoking buddies for 4 weeks now, but as an Old Guy, I feel I have a certain responsibility to tell you something.
That something is that it is ALWAYS too early in the morning to tell me about just how your step-grandfather gave you the Bad Touch when you were six and that your Gramma hates you for setting forth the Chain of Events that led to Grampy being deported.
Seriously. It's my first Maple Bar o' the morning, cup o' Joe in my hand and chain-smokin' muh 'Ports, with a test loomin' on the 45-minute horizon.
This is not a good time for me to mentally accommodate the image of your li'l proto-cooter getting twiddled.
Why are you telling me this? Are you aware that I have my own Mental Health Issues to handle? Do I look like mother-fuckin' Officer Friendly? Did I accidentally don my Staff Chaplain jacket this morning? WTF?