A term used for when you insert various foods inside your asshole, plug a vibrator in and put it on the highest setting, thus effectively blending the food.
My uncle said I'd better behave or else he'll turn me into an anal blender.
A medical device used to rupture and drain haemorrhoids. Also often used by geriatric homosexual deviants with abovementioned problem in order to enhance ass-fucking pleasure
Oh my God Norman, stick that anal bleeder so deep in my ass that it hits my second Houston line. Shove it in so fast.
Is it in? Fuck yes. Faster, Norman, faster. Deeper! Deeper! Wait! Not so deep! Yes, that's good. Yes. Yes. Yes... I'm coming! YESSSSS!
Let me lick the blood off your wrinkly face. Yes... Suck the bleeder like a lollipop before our grandchildren get home. Yes, Norman! Let me lick it off your hairy chin.
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.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.
A phenomenon in film/television series, most notably streaming series, where the main premise is drawn out to such a point that it takes an entire season or more to get the parts of the series the audience is actually interested in seeing.
For example, if a series is titled "Surf Dracula," a majority of viewers would tune in expecting to see Dracula surfing by the first or second episode. However, the entire first season would instead be tedious padding and backstory before finally ending with Dracula surfing in the last five minutes of the season finale.
I watched "Smallville" on Netflix the other day. Dude, it was ten seasons of filler before he finally flew! Major Surf Dracula Syndrome!
Finding your way back to the truth by fixing on one verified fact and working out from there, the way you navigate by the North Star when everything around you is spinning.
Rumours were flying everywhere, so she went northstarring — one checked fact at a time.