Mr.Varagas (or however you fucking spell his name) is a shitty ass vice principal who thinks he's better than everyone else. He thinks he can better Lake Side Middle School by breaking up groups in Lunch and forcing them to sit away from their friends. And sit by rachet hoes they don't even know. No one can eat in peace before he starts spitting in your face! He's gonna have to bend down on some knees so we can get some more fucking lunch tables!!!
Student: Have you heard Mr.Vargas split up our group today?
Other student: Ugh yes, he needs to have some dick up his ass so he can stop whining like a bitch.
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!