An elusive cult of 2 people who eat spaghetti and are mildly weird. They formed a team because their raw sexiness put together was enough to turn themselves into spaghetti temporarily. At first they used it for good, fighting crime with their new-found spaghetti powers, however things soon took a turn for the worse when one of them got a little too saucy and took a bite out of the others noodle. They had reached the point of no return and the noodle-less cultist took a bite out of the others meatballs. After the battle one cultist was left only with noodles, and the other only meatballs. And that's why we complete each other ;)
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!