The halter that elevates and holds in place human mammary glands, named for the inventor Phillipelde Brassiere.
Sometime in the mid twentieth century somebody started calling them bras, maybe because they could spell brassiere. Hardly any store advertises or customers ask for brassieres today. It's simply bra.
Dagmar had a hard time finding a store that sold 44DDD bras.
A badass citizen of the one and only Bossier City! Don't mess with these guys, they don't dial 911. They're proud where they're from, and they aren't about to put shame in their name by not kicking fuckers asses. You fuck with them, they'll batter ya up like grandmas homemade pancakes!
"Hey man don't mess with the Certified Bossier Boy he's gonna kick your ass!"
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!