A person who constantly "Googles" his/her symptoms to determine the ailment he or she may/may not have.
Google searches (which usually lead to Web MD) can convince you that ANYTHING is cancer. No matter how many other causes are listed the only one you will pay attention to are the terminal ones. If this sounds like you then you're a Googlochondriac.
"Nose Bleed? Google it! Crap, It's probably nasal cancer."
This usually happens to a computer literate hypochondriac.
You are said to be suffering from Googlechondria if you have convinced yourself that there is something wrong with you by looking up your symptoms on google.
"Hey dude, I found a lump in my sack, I googled it and think I have ball cancer!"
"Man!, your a Googlechondriac, you probably just need to bash one out."
much like hypochondriacs, these peoplegoogle everything seemingly wrong with them. ie: disease.. etc.
You: Hey what's this red spot on your back?
Them: *checks* OMFG YOU'RE RIGHT! I'M DYING. I HAVE AIDS. AH. *googles: what's it mean to have a random red blotch on the back of your neck?*
You: Dude, you're such a google-chondriac
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12 lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
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.