A song by Tool, In which a man shows up in a hospital were the staff can’t find a single thing about him. 1 doctor, Dr. Larson, asks what’s wrong. The man Reluctantly answers with a tale that belongs in a scuffle-if story about how he was tripping on drugs then all of the sudden an alien ship he described as a “ Flaming stealth banana” and how he was elected by the alien to be the “Chosen one”. The chosen one is the person who will warn the world of incoming Armageddon. Then he forgets what the alien told to him, Which sends him into a fit of him shouting “Don’t Know, won’t know”, He then yells “ God Damn! Shit the bed!” Then the song ends, and nothing else is known about what happened.
An acute condition that occurs while hanging out with native speakers, in which you realize that all of the hours you logged with your Rosetta Stone software in preparation for your trip to Mexico are disappearing from your consciousness as your new amigos keep serving you tequila. The surest sign of this condition is the glazed expression on your face when someone asks, "Como se llama?"
Last night I met a lot of nice folks at a bar in Mexico City who got me so Rosetta Stoned that I could not remember how to ask, "where's the bathroom?" in Spanish.
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.
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!
Finding your way back to the truth by fixing on one verified fact and working out from there, the way you navigate by the North Star when everything around you is spinning.
Rumours were flying everywhere, so she went northstarring — one checked fact at a time.