When someone's listening to hard rock/heavy metal reaches to an epic level, normal headbanging can't coupe with the sheer power of it. That's when windmilling comes to play.
Goes great if the person has long hair and a brain as strong an Air Force pilot's ('cause it'll gives you some fucking powerful headaches if you're not careful).
Windmill headbanging, harder to do but much more fun to watch than normal headbanging.
"Fuck, man! Listening to Amon Amarth, Morbid Angel and Cannibal Corpse is giving me the urge to windmill my head off!"
When you propel your man meat in a circular motion mimicking that of a helicopter or a windmill. When inertia has reached its apex one may exert their cosmic dong clock onto un-expecting objects and/or bystanders. Perfected by Willy Nelson in the late 1980's, this of course inspiring his hit single "whip that sausage right round."
Slapper: Well my good sir, due to the omega Windmill Dick Slap I had bestowed onto your forehead, you had slipped into a coma for 27 years 36 days only to be awoken by yet another Windmill Dick Slap to your forehead. And that my friend is why your head hurts.
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.