a funeral where the casket is closed, most likely because the body is so brutaly fucked up that it would be to unbearable to see the body in such fucked up condition
juan: damn that ese julio's death was some fucked up shit holmes
jose: i know este guey got slashed up in his face and shit.. his whole face and shit is looking fucked up and shit
juan: yep.. his funeral will be closed casket
jose: yep R.I.P. ese julio
maria: damn im fuckin horny will u guys bust a nut in my big ass tities?
juan: damn your fucked up chica! your husband just died! arent u sad?
jose: i'll do it fuck that shit!
A witty and sarcastic way to describe beauty. Often used in its negative form (she ain't open casket material) meaning having (or not) a presentable look.
Look at that girl, she's open casket material. But her boyfriend I would close the casket on him.
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.