Jealous, bitter North London club that lost their final match of 05/06 season and the race for fourth to the mighty Arsenal when they underestimated a little bubble blowing club called West Ham. So jealous of their London betters were the Spuds that they claimed they were poisoned by the lasagne at the Grosvenor Square Hotel when really it was dirty Carrick gave them all gastro-enteritis. How we can never know for sure but it may have been due to his tendency to bend over.
Trottenham Hotsquirts: We were cheated! It was the lasagne at the posh hotel we stayed at made us sick (even though it was a local derby)
FA: Fuck off! You're out of the UEFA Cup in the first round instead of the Champions League next season.
Spuds: Not fair, not fair!
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.
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!