A student or fan of the Purdue University Boilermakers in West Lafayette. They are typically virgin male rednecks that are fascinated with building tractors. They do not know what a female or what a bar is. They have fewer banners, women, bars, teeth, and anything else that would qualify as "civilization" than what can be found in Bloomington, IN. Although they claim to hate Indiana University, they cannot help but flock to Bloomington for their 21st birthdays and for Little 500, for lack of anything fun to do around their own campus. Prudue, keeping uglygirls out of Bloomington since 1869.
Zach: I want to band together enough people to add Purdue's definition of NCAA(no championships at all) to wikipedia...
Purdouchebag :Must be bitter, can't blame you. POTFH Zach, all you need to know.
Zach: Enough with this PURDOUCHEBAGGERY...always looking at the small picture instead of the whole.
Purdouchebag: Oh damn, he's got skillz people, he goes to IU! Hahah, shit Zach, even a person like you should know that it's the little things that matter most and make us the happiest.
Zach: That sounds exactly like what someone who goes to a school with no national championships in a major sport would say...hmmm makes sense.
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.