Three gay cereal box characters that are clinically depressed because they don't represent a better tasting cereal.
Jesus Christ Pop, couldn't you score us a better marketing gig. You def won't be getting any action from Crackle or I, since we are so depressed we are unable to sustain an election. Snap- Crackle-Pop cereal is a terrible tasting
Fuck this cereal tastes like suicide; so bland and ricey I bet Snap-Crackle-Pop died long ago from depression.
The only way to make this cereal represented by Snap, Crackle and Pop delicious...is to have Marshmallow Man blow his sticky load into the box and let that shit dry into little square treats.
Mild exclamation generally used to express disappointment, surprise or excitement. Used in place of the oft-used term "snap" in order to establish one's difference from the norm (i.e, their individuality).
Person A: My car just died.
Person B: Oh, snap-crackle-pop, that sucks.
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.
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!