What happens when two or more San Franciscans start talking about San Francisco.
“Isn’t it great that we live in the Bay Area?” “Yes, it is, isn’t it? Look at the sun setting over the fog-enveloped bridge” “Look at Mt. Tam!” “Look at that multi-racial lesbian couple doing tai-chi!” “Look at those guys in assless chaps!” “Yes, it’s all so wonderful, I can barely drink my Fair-Trade soy latte with shavings of sustainably grown chocolate mejicano without crying!” “Uh Oh, I think we have bayarrhea!” “What are you a war-mongering, baby seal clubbing, conservative or something!?”
A condition in which feces are discharged from the bowels frequently and in liquid form. Said feces smell of beer and is brought on from drinking way to much beer the night before. Is usually accompanied by a hangover.
Yo brah ... after drinking all that PBR last night, I've got a bad case of beerarrhea this morning.
When a group of San Franciscans get together to congratulate themselves on how proud they are to live in the best place on Earth. Bayarrhea often occurs when people need reassurance of their decision to live in the Bay Area, as most people (at least before the Internet boom) did not move there for work, but rather just because of the appealing lifestyle.
Bayarrhea can be illustrated through the following converstion: "Isn't it great that we live in the Bay Area?" "Yes, it is, isn't it? Look at the sun setting over the fog-enveloped bridge." "Look at Mt. Tam!" "Look at that multi-racial lesbian couple doing tai-chi!" "Look at those guys in assless chaps!" "Yes, it's all so wonderful, I can barely drink my Fair-Trade soy latte with shavings of sustainably grown chocolate mejicano without crying!"
The ankle deep mud that inevitably forms all around a small farm in Manchester, TN, in midJune every year, during the best ever recurring music festival, bonnaroo.
Woah Brah! Watch out for that giant pool of bonnarrhea, it's at least a foot deep. Let's go get a headyveggie falafel wrap.
Fallout resulting from Bonnaroovian bacchanalia. Whether it's a mysterious rash or just a temporarily wrecked GI tract, below-the-belt souvenirs remind us that not everything that happens at Bonnaroo stays at Bonnaroo.
Ugh, I'm Spring Broken; I think I got Bonnarrhea. From what I hope was a girl.
When you're on five psychedelics
And your bowels just feel like hell, it's
Bonnarrhea! Bonnarrhea!
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!