a get together made by scott curby it involves going to an unknow place with unknow people and unknown beverages if in fact you go yu end up at the damn with no clue what your doing you relize your friends have no idea what their doing so you decide that it's a party basesd on the fact that you find humor in all thinking that the enitre concept sux massive ass and what mostly happens is they go thining that they might meet girls in this undecided place but it turns out to be a big sausage fest and they mostly pass out talking about how they are all hooking up with hottie etc etc etc when all they do is repat the phantoim patry scene every night thinking somthing knew will happen that in it self would make them all insane
scott: hey mike lets call vinny and see if he wants to party
mike: ha! he won't go, he does not understand our parties
Scott: we party? damn i didnt know we could call it that
When you wonder where your dirty panties have gotten to because they aren't in the hamper anymore. You consider it plausible that a dirty minded poltergeist could exist and has helped himself, but then you remember that Craig Baker had visited and left quite abruptly.
Wife: Honey, have you seen my little silk panties? I can't find them anywhere...
Husband: Have you checked the clothes hamper in the bathroom?
Wife: Of course I have, they aren't there.
Husband: Well maybe it was the fucking panty phantom?!
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!