Trump's continual spewing of lies that makes one as sick as the odor of a dead hooker's cunt.
Donald Trump's breath is nothing but the worst putrid smell laced with lies to try to sweeten it up. In fact his lips might be those of a dead hookers cunt.
a) to fail to notice something really important
b) to fail to predict something obvious so completely, it is actually ludicrous and painful to watch in hindsight
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if you want to know whose ox is being gored in the 2016 presidential election, it's the media's since it spectacularly failed to breathe in Donald Trump's home run
When you are always lying, the smell of bull shit on your breath is strong. This word is versatile and foul but describes the appalling odor of the decay of decency and truth.
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.