The sudden and very appreciated exit of a large group of annoying, loud and obnoxious douchebags from a bar/lounge scene. This particular phenomenon occurs mostly in Hoboken, New Jersey during important sporting events. It can also be seen near Houston street, NYC when a lounge or club becomes too cultural or ethnic for the dbags' taste. An exodouche immediately follows.
I was chilling in my favorite spot fingerbanging my girl under the table when the yells of ten guys at the bar area assaulted my ears. I couldn't tell any of them apart, and they all had on long-sleeved striped shirts. I expected a frat anthem at any moment. Reluctantly I removed my hand, walked up to the bar and told the stupidest looking one that I suck dick for money. The group fled the scene in a massive exodouche.
Someone whose mood is perpetually out of sync with everyone else around them, prone to feeling of nap-time panic, heart-to-heart snark, or dance club pensiveness.
I don't want to go the party this weekend because I feel like I'd ruin the mood since I'm such an emodox.
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.