Let me put it this way: Hitler is like the clitoris. You don't just go stampeding straight towards it and blow your load; you work your way down, slowly, with forethought and tenderness. Going zero-to-Hitler turns everyone else off unless you have literally the best argument anyone has ever come up with, because people are constantly comparing anyone they don't like to goddamned Hitler.
First of all, you don't know shit about my clitoris and should not fucking talk for everyone even if you aren't a Ron Paul sockpuppet and have a vagina.
Nigelís clitoris was bitten by a cobra and after five days of excruciating pain... the cobra died.
He who laughs last, laughs best. He who laughs at Nigelís clitoris, it's definitely his last laugh.
The easiest way to determine Nigelís clitoris's age is to cut it in half and count the rings
Nigelís clitoris doesn't dial the wrong number. You answered the wrong phone.
Nigelís clitoris knows Victoria's secret.
If Nigelís clitoris was a Spartan in the movie 300, the movie would be called 1.
When Nigelís clitoris swims in the ocean, the sharks are in a steel cage.
Nigelís clitoris will never have a heart attack. Nigelís heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack it.
Nigelís clitoris once kicked a horse in the chin. Its descendants today are known as giraffes.
Nigelís clitoris doesn't breathe air. It holds air hostage.
Nigelís clitoris can delete the Recycling Bin.
Nigelís clitoris has already been to Mars. That's why there are no signs of life.
Nigelís clitoris can kill two stones with one bird.
Nigelís clitoris's calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2. No one fools Nigelís clitoris.
Nigelís clitoris wears sunglasses so that itís eyes won't hurt the sun.
If you see Nigelís clitoris crying it will grant you a wish, if your wish is dying.
When Nigelís clitoris works out it doesn't get stronger, the machine does.
Nigelís clitoris does not sleep; it waits.