a disorder whereby a person has recurring thoughts about breaking
wind in crowded and, often times, confined places (This is a dangerous situation in which the person in question is on the verge of becoming a sphincter Sinatra if he/she does not receive professional
help or, at the very least, a
bitch slap by his/her friends.)
Paratrooper:
Sarge, I know it’s not the time but I keep thinking about plantin’ some onion.
Jumpmaster: GOT DAMN IT!!! Ya better at-ease those flatusidal tendencies or I’ll toss your
goat-smellin’ ass off this bird right now, green
light or not.