The situation where after standing in line for hours at the airport because of TSA security regulations you find out after finally boarding the plane that your seatmate is a fat slob such as Kevin Smith aka Silent Bob, Michael Moore, or Rob Reiner who are so hefty that they require a stick of butter in order to squeeze in between the armrests.
Common among those of us carrying quite a bit of extra poundage around the waist (not that they have a waist) - and the rest of your motherfucken bodies - , Twinkie Seperation Anxiety , or TSA , is a medical disease and should be treated as such. This is where Fat - Fat - Fatties go into shock when they ares seperated from their damn twinkies. Common indicators of such syndrome include; sweating, vomiting (followed by the eating and indegestion of said vomit in a desperate attempt to keep Twinkies within the system), crying, pathetic snivelling , etc. Sufferers of this disease will take rash measures to get thier fix. This may include robbery, murder , and cannabalism. Fat People suck. Be warry of their fat asses.
The TSA is talking about checking people to see if they are who they say they are, meanwhile nobody is checking the TSA (or police) to make sure they are who they say they are.
"ah shit the TSA wants me" guy 1
"dude its a girl she'll grab your dick and make you cum" guy 2
"but my wife's got guy and we're in the same room" guy 1
"well a foursome ain't bad. i-its like a real life porno" guy 2
"im getting laid" guy 1