The area located deep between the fluffy, buttery, back-biscuits, that someone wants to put
something in, either because they are angry with you or
very much love you, depending on the
circumstances.
When happy and
hopeful: May I please park my fleshy-torpedo in your
brown starfish garage, “where
the sun doesn’t shine?”
When angry with someone: if you keep doing that, I’m going to put a 2 L bottle “where the sun doesn’t shine!”