white-supremacist septuagenarian fucktard whose early-morning defecations are accompanied by spewings of Hitlerian hate speech via Twitter Rage; see Donald J. Trump; also: assclown; Republican
Donald J. Trump is the proto-typical short-fingered vulgarian.
Generally used to refer to crude aging twitter addicts with poor spelling skills and even worse judgement. Poofy (bad) hair and spray tan are optional, but common ...
That short-fingered Vulgarian is spouting nonsense and lunacy on his Twitter feed *again*. The number of innapropriate tweets is unpresidented...
An obscure sexual maneuver popularized in Russia, in which the vagina and anus are simultaneously penetrated, with a thumb and two fingers, respectively. The rectum is then pushed outwards into the cervix, where it is rotated by the two fingers.
"Darryl gave you the three-fingered bus driver?"
"Yeah. It was the most horrifying experience of my life. After that we went to Olive Garden."
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.