Holy shit! You’d dislocate your jaw trying to pronounce that and still not be sure if you got it right. It’s fear of the number 666 and goes back to the Book of Revelation in the Bible where 666 is the number of the beast. Interestingly when Ronald and Nancy Reagan left the White House in 1989 and moved to Los Angeles, they insisted on changing the address of their house from 666 St Cloud Road to 668 St Cloud Road.
An irrational fear of something stupid, inconsequential, and man-made (ref. 666).
Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia in action...
"Woe to You Oh Earth and Sea
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath
because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding
reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number
its number is six hundred and sixty six."
-Vincent Price, Intro to "Number of the Beast" by Iron Maiden
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.