A single man with a severe cleavage obsession, to the point where a Bap-chelor is also a bit of a pervert. Common noises made by a true Bapchelor are "Mmmmm...titties" along with the rasping noise often heard during dirty phone calls.
"His head was in her cleavage all night...he's such a Bapchelor"
Girl with big knockers: "Hi, nice to meet you"
Bap-chelor: "Mmmmm...titties" <rasp> <rasp>
Girl with big knockers: "Ahhhhhhh! It's the Bap-chelor! Run!"
A single man with a severe cleavage obsession, to the point where a Bap-chelor is also a bit of a pervert. Common noises made by a true Bapchelor are "Mmmmm...titties" along with the rasping noise often heard during dirty phone calls.
"His head was in her cleavage all night...he's such a Bap-chelor"
Girl with big knockers: "Hi, nice to meet you"
Bap-chelor: "Mmmmm...titties" <rasp> <rasp>
Girl with big knockers: "Ahhhhhhh! It's the Bap-chelor! Run!"
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.