Rustle someone's jimmies

It really rustles my jimmies when my roommate blasts his stereo all day.

[…] have a nice talk with your roommate about how it really rustles your jimmies when they slam the door after their 3 a.m. bathroom trip every night.

What really rustles my jimmies is when others attempt to force their beliefs on others.

The briny pickle juice really rustles my jimmies.

It's not that my wide feet are so irresistibly sexy that no man could keep his hands off them — trust me, they're not — but there's just something about feet that really rustles his jimmies.

Should I try find love with someone who really rustles my jimmies?

And what, I'm sure you're asking, rustles the jimmies of a highly discerning [turtle] bachelor such as myself? I'm looking for a delectable woman who is interested in long, painfully slow walks on the beach, being dazzled by my utterly stunning shell, and mercilessly abandoning any children of our union to be devoured by birds while they desperately try to scramble from land to the water immediately after hatching.