When someone's listening to hard rock/heavy metal reaches to an epic level, normal headbanging can't coupe with the sheer power of it. That's when windmilling comes to play.
Goes great if the person has long hair and a brain as strong an Air Force pilot's ('cause it'll gives you some fucking powerful headaches if you're not careful).
Windmill headbanging, harder to do but much more fun to watch than normal headbanging.
"Fuck, man! Listening to Amon Amarth, Morbid Angel and Cannibal Corpse is giving me the urge to windmill my head off!"
A heavy song with massive groove or driving rhythm that makes a metalhead move their head in time with the music. Then when no one is around, they crank the stereo up to 11 and headbang themselves sick. If one of these songs occurs at a live concert, anyone close to the metalhead will be hit by whipping hair.
Of Wolf and Man by Metallica is SO headbangable! I listened to it three times today and now I have a migraine. Good times!
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
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.