Not only am I aware and I consent to the microscopic bumping and grinding on my facial follicles, I occasionally rub one out just thinking about the gang bang going down between my eye brows.
Definitely worth the microplastics and fart infused libations. Aunt Bertha can get that pressure high enough to squirt a laser beam of wine across the living room.
How many channels you getting on that bad boy? UFC? Playboy? Electric Blue?