Sorry, a STEEL penis implant? STEEL!?

I'm gutted for you and your shoes. I can never throw shoes that I adore away until I've worn them to the point where they're shabby and they leak and really can't be even called shoes anymore since they don't even perform the basic function of protecting my feet from the elements. Then after a few months of damp, uncomfortable feet I hate them so much that it gives me enormous pleasure to dispose of them.