1: The fear that if you dye your hair blonde in any shade, your IQ will automatically drop to that of a boardslut.
2: If you're blonde than your brain cells change to something like marshmellows (which are lighter than air) and float right out of the top of your head-very scary to watch.
3: The way we brunettes act around the skanky blondes we all love and know.
Blonde: Like, wow, my nails are Peachy Keen Pink. Do you think, that, maybe, like, it might not, like, go with my, like eyelashes? Wait-do eyelashes even have a color. I want to dye mine purple like Barney. Cool...
Brunette: I think that I am going to kill myself-you're the stupidest person I know. I think I'm suffering from blondephobiamitosis.
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.