A psychotic, alcoholic, syphilitic serial killer who reviews classical movie franchises as a testimony to their total and utter destruction by a corporate-board controlled exhumation leading to the obliteration of everything that was once good. (e.g. Star Wars, Star Trek, Indiana Jones,...)
Mr. Plinkett's sardonic reviews can be considered the catalyst of entitled internet armchair criticism and the re-discovery of Totino's Pizza-Rolls.
A house featuring college-aged "females" who are uglier than a pre-op Gretta Van Susteran on heroin. If you become aware of such a domicile, for the love of everything holy, avoid it. These "females" are not to be trusted, even though they will blow anything that walks (or maybe give a peenie pecker). Entrance into a plinkette is infectious, in the form of HIV/AIDS or syphillis
A town in the country of Jinkleland, founded in 1739 by Shlinkleton III. Residents are common animals like dogs and eagles. Contains about 1720 houses, but the population is only about 530.
Hey, have you evergone to Plinkle Jalinkle, the Linkle of Tinkles?
Plinkle (plee-nkl)v.- to have feelings towards someone of the oposite sex that cannot be classified as love because the people involved are too young. It also cannot be classified as lust because the feelings towards said person of the opposite sex aren't just sexual.
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.
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 flying everywhere, so she went northstarring — one checked fact at a time.