Asheville High school is a unique school made up of various types of kids, all together making yet another diversified quality of Asheville. Equally populated with nerds, jocks, homosexuals, freaks, hippies, artists and a significant amount of potheads; Asheville High school is a great example of one of the more "ghetto" schools in the Western part of North Carolina. The school building actually is very castle-like, resembling some of the better parts of the Biltmore house, and rumor has it that the school is haunted by a student who used to go to school there a long time ago. (Really, look it up on the news) Asheville High has a bad-ass rep for being one of the coolest schools around to be a part of. Go Asheville High Cougars!
-Hey dude, let's go smoke some shit some place cool.
-Yeah, man. Asheville High school!
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 β one checked fact at a time.