The art of smoking cigarettes, pipes, or cigars with the vagina. When smoking cigarettes vaginally it is best to use a long cigarette holder, otherwise they get wet and end up as a crumpled, soggy mess. Cigars, especially large rigid ones, are better as it is easy to insert them and to make an airtight seal for effective inhalation. Pipes look a bit comical, especially the swan-neck variety. It is vital to make arrangements in advance for the collection of ash, otherwise there can be nasty burns.
She bit off the end of a large Cuban cigar, lit it, and inhaled. Next she opened her thighs, and parting her glistening pussylips, inserted the end of the cigar into her pussy. She contracted her pussy muscles and the end glowed red as she drew the smoke up deep inside her. She paused and then, with immaculate control, allowed the smoke to escape from between her pretty pussylips. Once or twice, when pussysmoking, she managed a smoke ring, so excellent was her control.
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.