A method or idealogy of going against the fashion line of "Aber-Crombie" due to their asinine and over priced shitty clothes who's primary goal is to make everyone look like clones, turn suburban youth into mindless zombies by stating that wearing these clothes will make you popular.
Prep: Like, oh my god, I love these jeans cuz all my friends wear them too! Why don't you wear these jeans?
Me: Cuz I am Anti-crombie. Screw what you want me to wear.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.