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.