Contraire to popular perception, I'm not very big on water sports.
Who wants to be doused the scent of haggard old crone Roys & Lidl shoppers?
Not me!
Hitler may have had Eva up on the glass ceiling delivering a brown baby boy, but I, for one, am far to portly to crouch under coffee tables. Even if I was svelte enough to sidle under the patio, a besplattering of the gravy rain holds no appeal.
Put you right off your choccie, it would!
You'd think that melted sand based scatalogical fascinations and the separation of his love spud from it's twin would have made some people think before making such a pervy uninut a Leader of the People.
Shit on my face, and tell me that you love me...
Oh, Adolf! You zing to me zo beautiful. Am I zee fallen madonna wiz zee big boobies? You vont me to empty my Stalag Luft III escape tunnel on zee smart Nazi uniform?
Ya! Ya! Get out zee Coldtitz! Schnell! Schnell!!
