The man that has graciously supplied us with delicious syrup for years. One out of the three great legendary pancake titans: (Tyler the Apocalypse Scheid, Ethan the Crust Nestor and Mr.Butterworth). (Also known by the name Mark Edward Fischbach) He has covered millions of pancakes for many years.
Johnson: "Who's responsible for our syrup?"
Ted: "Mark Mr. Butterworth Fischbach , of course!"
Johnson: "Who's that?"
Ted: "Well I can't believe you don't recognize the great man's name!
Ted: "You know why there's a national recycling program for syrup bottles? That's right, it's a hundred percent him!, covering every pancake!"
The next evolution of a simp. Completely obsesses over a girl who only remembers he exists when the uber price is too high. Would drop everything of actual importance in order to make sure this girl has reliable transportation to her boyfriends house.
Mike: “Yo, why’d Eric get off Xbox, it’s only 7:00pm?”
Brad: “Jessica needed a ride to her boyfriends house so Eric offered to drop her off.”
Mike: “Doesn’t he live two hours away?”
Brad: “Yea, Eric’s got The Butterworth Effect BAD.”
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.