When you squirt mustard (peanut butter works too) on your erect dick (flaccid works too) and come down on the fore head or cheek of your passed out brosky. Before, during, and after the event, you and your awake broskies must chant "Mustard DICK slap! Mustard DICK slap!" and record it with a phone or some shit like that.
Everybody: "Mustard DICK slap, Mustard DICK slap!"
(SLAP)
Everybody: "Mustard DICK slap!"
Victim: "What the FUCK!!!"
Everybody: "Mustard DICK slap, Mustard DICK slap..."
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 flyingeverywhere, so she went northstarring — one checked fact at a time.