A machine that only crushes cars that Yuppies drive. Will not accept cars that are sweet and are driven by Bad-Asses. Invented by John Champlain while channeling information from the planet Febulonious. Replaced the Smashmatic 3000 which although bad ass and sweet was in fact crushed by the Smashmatic 4000.
Redneck 1: Godamnit! Why won't the Smashmatic 4000 crush my late model Buick Riviera!?
Redneck 2: It's too bad ass. Here, try feeding it this Chevy Cobalt.
Redneck 1: Damn your right, I bet he'll eat a Ford Fusion too!
Redneck2: Yep, but let him enjoy the Cobalt, and hey he doesn't really like to be watched while he's crushing.
Redneck 1: ::turns away::
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!