The process that occurs when sitting on the toilet while taking a dump that results in the odors or gases from ones poop to be rise up through their shirt, become momentarily trapped, then come out the collar of their shirt and into the dump-takers face. One can only choose to make things worse by then taking off their shirt after and releasing all the gas trapped under the shirt at once, creating a somewhat artificial fart. One can avoid The Green Blouse Effect by taking their shirt off PRIOR to taking a dump. It is similar to the Greenhouse Effect in the matter that both involved trapped gases.
Person 1:"Man, I took a dump then took my shirt off right after and there was like an explosion of poop odors that came out!"
Person 2:"You gotta watch out for that, it's called The Greenblouse Effect. We can do our part in preserving the welfare of our noses by taking our shirts off before we partake in the act of pooping."
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.