A sub-breed of the urban hippie species named for their Anglo-Saxon heritage and dreadlocked manes. Often seen traveling in small herds and can be spotted by the tell-tale markings of tie-dyed clothing and the overwhelming stench of patchouli. Approach with caution, unless carrying some form of either ganja or munchies.
"I would have loved the Phishconcert if the venue wasn't full of WASPafarians."
Sally's plans for world domination were thwarted when the WASPafarian next to her at the lunch counter flicked his hair and accidentally splashed some of her tofu miso soup all over her laptop.
White, vapid, rich, upper-middle-class twenty-somethings who have deluded themselves into thinking that they are black just because they dress in pretend ethnic clothing and smoke sub-standard soapbar weed, whilst doing their shopping in Camden Lock.
Often found in Goa "discovering themselves" (using money given to them by their parents), waving their sun-bleached dreads around and dancing to the combined sounds of a deaf man banging a pot off his arse and a monkey chewing a rape alarm.
A:( Snivelling white guys with dreads and fake yardie accents):
"Alright mannnnnn, fancy smokin'some trees of weeeeeed."
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12 lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
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.