Arising from one's bed place and somehow crossing into the space time continuum forever damaging one's psyche. Being lost in the land of fucktards. Maybe you should go back to bed, dumbass. Don't get on up, we'll tell you when to wake up. Bitch.
He woke up on the wrong side of the bed and never recovered.
Fear of running out of toilet paper during a gaseous episode on the king's throne.
Honey, bring me in some fucking toilet paper, NOW! I'm getting TPSD!
When you work in a mental health facility. If you know, you know.
These lunatics won't leave me the fuck alone. This day is filled with inclusterfucktivity.
When you graduate from a mud hut to the last trailer on the left in Shady Acres. Sitting in a lawn chair with your butt hanging lower than the chair, and no one can understand what the fuck you're saying...like Dom DeLuise on a bender.
Don't mind him, that's just the Trailer Park Jabba trying to scratch a spot he can't reach.
When you bring the moisture to the crawlspace.
"Hey Baby, I BTM. No, no...I mean I sweat a lot."