A vaginasseur is an expert judge of taste, look, smell, and feel of a vagina. This status of expertise is honorific and is typically acknowledged by one's "bros". Earning this title is typically done by being a known sexual deviant. Not only must you have had sex with many women, but you must have talked about each encounter in great detail, vividly describing each vagina to the point of exhaustion.
Tim sure is a sexaholic, he's had sex with at least three hundred girls and can recall every vagina in disgusting detail. I idolize the way that man can describe each fold. He is the ultimate vaginasseur with his keen vaga-analytic abilities.
Folky/very soft music, sung almost always by a woman, usually about one's feelings. No electric guitars. Enya is textbook vaginamusic. As is Sarah McLachlan. Tori Amos occasionally produces such music.
"Do you want some music on?"
"Sure - what have you got?"
"Enya."
"Oh God. No. Just No. Anything but vaginamusic. Do you have any AC/DC?"
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12 lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
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.