An expression which originated during a drunken late-nite discussion of the origins of expressions. It means, "I see what you're saying, where you're going with that."
The state of being so helplessly fucked that the only thing left for you to do is to write a book about your crappy life. The book will not concern matters the general populace, or even Dr. Phil, will give two shits about. The only copies sold will be to your mother and maybe, if you're lucky, to some pervert you don't even know who happens to be cursed with the same crippling victim mentality.
Joe: "Hey. I'm really sorry that you lost custody of your kid."
Sally: "I know! The judge hates women and is in cahoots with my ex-husband who has been secretly drugging me with meth for the past 3 years so that I would fail the drug test administered at the court hearing which occurred one day, plus the statutorily allowed period of time during which the court ruling could be appealed, ago. I could write a book about what I've been through."
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.