Subjects of man-on-the-street interviews sometimes give Heywood Jablome as their name to reporters. If the reporter's a novice and if the newspaper's copy editor doesn't catch it, the name ends up in print, embarrassing the newspaper and the poor scribe who was gullible enough to scribble down the bogus moniker.
Reporter: Can I quote you on that? What's your name?
Man on the Street: Heywood Jablome.
Reporter: Thank you, Mr. Jablome.
"KMart. Can I help you?"
"My friend Heywood is at your store. Can you page him? His last name is Jablome."
"Heywood Jablome! Phone call! Heywood Jablome!"
A name and play on words that's meant to sound like "Hey, would you blow me?" Very similar to Jack Mehoff, Mike Hunt, Mike Hawk, etc.
Me introducing my new friend to a group of girls: "Hey ladies, this is my friend, Heywood Jablomee."
Girls: "Ewww, gross! No, you pervert!" *multiple slaps ensue*
Me: "What?! That's his name!"
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.