A person of extreme dietary (and perhaps spiritual) discipline who eats only the reproductive offshoots of plants. This includes not only apples and oranges but nuts, grains, melons, tomatoes, eggplants, cucumbers, etc. A pizza marinara (no cheese, no meat) is a fruitarian meal, and so is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Fruitarianism is closely related to veganism which itself is a subset of vegetarianism and is widely popular in the non-Western world. Unfortunately, as with anyone who practices extreme discipline, the fruitarian is often hated and ridiculed by fatasses who lack a level of dedication. Famous fruitarians: Gandhi & Steve Jobs (founder of "Apple" computers--hence the name).
I used to know a dude who was a total porkrind munching fatass, but he could never get a date because he smelled so bad, and he eventually died of a heart attack at age 47. He should've gone fruitarian.
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.