Pointing out an obese person and then arguing with the person you're with if that isn't the fattest person you've ever seen. The other person has always seen someone more fat. You don't always have to be making fun of this person. You can be feeling sorry for them. This is a favorite game with anorexics and people who are fatasses themselves.
Every time we leave the house, my man likes to go fat watching. If I'm not there, he likes to tell me on the phone how fat someone was he saw. Fat Watching is different than confronting someone about their weight or teasing them until they develop an eating disorder. It is strictly a third party game and almost as fun as looking for ghetto booty.
Testrisosterone is the hormone needed to play a mean game of Tetris along with an untreated case of OCD.
Everytime I hear that Russian music, I feel a wave of Tetrisosterone coming on!
My boyfriend is never horny, but has a case of Tetrisosterone. No wonder his hand is always sore!
I get aggressive while doing a jigsaw puzzle because I have Tetrisosterone.
When you are overweight and eat something fattening in public and someone says: "Are you sure you should be eating that?"
When you are quite thin, but some nosy scrotesque underweight old man sees that you have a big bag of M&M's and says: "It'll make ya fat."
When you are thin and someone who likes fat people tells you you're too thin. This is usually sexual harassment.
"I was trying to eat a doughnut one morning, but someone called the Calorie Cops. They were eating them too."
"I was proud of my thin new shape and this pervert who keeps trying to flirt with me said I should eat more. What is he, the Calorie Cops?"
Some people were making fun of fat people in line, and I said: "Shut up, you fvck!ng Calorie Cops!"
Like the plagues from the Bible, you are sure God is trying to tell you something when you can't escape things like roaches, bedbugs, crackheads, and alcoholics. Poor people have shit in their face every day.
Living in that tore back building with all those roaches, I was sure I was a victim of the Ghetto Plague.
There's a crackhead on every corner trying to sell their ass in my neighborhood. We have the Ghetto Plague.
I have a persecution complex. It's the Ghetto Plague.
When a couple is on a date and you can tell it's a blind date or guilt induced by how mismatched the pair are. It makes for a really uncomfortable situation.
I went out with Ron because I didn't know he was considering it a date. All night, people kept looking at me funny like it was a hostage situation.
Honesty: "I can't go out with you because it'll look like a hostage situation."
It's when you don't feel fat except when trying to squeeze by somewhere or usually someone. Narrow walkways are conducive to Big Butt Paranoia as well as trying to get out of a car back seat in a two-door. Being in a crowd can cause this as well.
I felt fit and trim, but after squeezing by everyone at the crowded deli, I developped a case of Big Butt Paranoia.
Everytime I get out of that car, I get big butt paranoia.
I always get BBP in that elevator.
It's usually people with small butts who get big butt paranoia.
To hook up with someone from your past you used to mess around with during another phase in your life.
Everytime I think about that dude I shagged ten years ago, I wish we could have a rescrewnion.