So after all the years, I experienced phantom limb where my foreskin used to be. I seized the moment and asked it a few questions. Here's what came out (what? . . no, that's NOT a pun!):

What was it like to be hacked away like some fat on a steak?
Aa, it was too long ago to describe but it was a little like checkin' out from the KBH and landing in the whirlpool.
You mean baby dinger was sensational even then? You know it's still primo
I know. We homeless foreskins keep tabs on the wang we were born to using social media. Dongbook has over a billion dick tips
So you're up to speed on our frequent steamy sessions?
Oh Lawdy . . . anybody can do that by just going here. It's your central theme
Can't help it, Tippy - it's the core of my amazement with life. So, are there alot of you in your circle of friends?
Yeah, we actually share stories about our detached dicks.
OMG - what have you said about mine?
Relax, Mr. Stiffy McTentpole. Your stuff is normal compared to stories I've heard. Here's one right from the New York Times: "Imagine a man who buys a chicken from the grocery store, manages to bring himself to orgasm by penetrating it, then cooks and eats the chicken." ~David Brooks, The Social Animal.
That's not what I asked, don't you have any X did Y with Z stories?
You mean like the time Neil Patrick Harris did this? During a Q & A session, Harris felt the need to go to the urinal for one of the more obvious reasons. He had left his microphone on, and thus a large contingent of people was privy to him feeling the need to talk to his member. Specifically, he said "Wake up!"
Is that the best you've got?
One time Penn Jillette dried himself with a blow dryer and his dick touched the heating element and made a sound like a steak thrown on a hot BBQ grill.
OK foreskin, thanks for stopping by and give my regard to the other tips.

Tristao "felt his cashew become a banana, and then a rippled yam" ~John Updike, Brazil