Someone sexually oriented to the movable articles in a room or an establishment that make it fit for living or working.
I.e. a person who completely lacks sexual interest in anything human, much less alive. But, unlike someone or something that is asexual or simply of other orientations or fetishes that don't involve living or human targets, a furnisexual desires to and probably attempts to fuck chairs, tables etcetera.
The term is also thrown around by "normal" people for a cheap laugh or shock value.
"I'm so sorry about what happened to the new leather couch but I wasn't under the influence of any substances or attempting some pathetic form of masturbation. Mom. Dad. There's something I need to tell you. I'm a furnisexual."
"My rents are on their way home to bitch about all the shit I did this weekend. While I'm arguing with them I think I'll slip in a bullshit confession about being a furnisexual. I'm not sure if they'll be amused and it'll lighten the impact of the other stuff or if they'll put me in serious therapy and/or drug me up heavily but either way I win, right?"
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.