Bumper sticker: “Tell your tits to stop staring at my eyes”.
Translation: How many times do I have to tell you, woman, when you do that thing vaguely described as ‘existing’, I have absolutely no choice but to react. If that bothers you, not only is it your problem, it’s your fault. Oh, and also, I think of your tits as autonomous entities. I’d be a lot happier if I could communicate directly with them and we wouldn’t have to deal with that pesky go-between brain of yours.
That second part may involve some subtle linguistic nuances, but such is the beauty of language and translation.