A NYC street game from the 1940s-60s, where the victim's property, usually a hat, is taken from him and tossed back and forth amongst a group to keep it away from him while the victim attempts to recover his property by running toward each person with the hat trying to intercept it as it's tossed to someone else. A sadistic version of "Monkey in the Middle."
Give Tubby back his hat! We've been Saloojee-ing that poor shmuck for months and he just cries.
A safro pronounced (saa-fro) is a sad looking afro. Most commonly used by people named Gavin and homeless men. It resembles a mop from most angles. It is a very depressing haircut.
The art of hitting the garage for a long term solo drinking session after all the local establishments have closed and before they have reopened. Its not a place where everyone knows your name but a place you cant even remember your own.
Anyone seen asteroid. yeah mate, think he is doing time in the lonestar saloon.
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.