Generation *********...

Haha, jazz hands... at least their outside events will be quieter (no clapping, for fear of making people anxious). I can't wait to go to a sports match and see everyone do jazz hands, with no jeering and shouting due to them also being anxiety triggers. It'll make for a much more serene and pleasant experience. :D ;)
 
That video wasn't what I was expecting. I always thought jazz hands was, er, pleasuring oneself without toilet paper.

Perhaps that's just something one of my mates made up.
 
Is the term ********* used nowadays to make one feel more manly like owning a fast car?

Are all ********** the same or are some more flakier than others?

If Im offended by **********, do I become a paradoxical mess?
 
Sheesh, some people out there really need a good dose of South Park. To desensitise themselves a little, and not wake up the next morning thinking... oh what word / object / article / shall I pick next to make myself "offended" by or become triggered?
 
robfosters said:
It is a bit of a joke though, clapping triggering anxiety. How do some of these people actually make it through life?
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They're nannied by the authorities who seem to like the idea of grown adults being big children with jobs, first thing I learned in school was the "sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you" nursery rhyme. Todays ********** probably feel threatened simply by the mention of sticks and stones breaking bones.
 
I hate SJW's and **********. Today I met a social justice warrior on the subway (or the underground/tube for you British folk). I went to get on the elevator from the platform to street level and I was standing there waiting for it. This hideous beast of a woman walks up behind me, also waiting for the elevator. "Get out of the way. People have to get OFF first!" she said to me in a very demeaning and angry tone. Had I been in a worse mood I would have informed her that she resembled a heroin addicted overweight stunt double for the Loch Ness monster but I kept my mouth shut. Then we get on the elevator (This is hard to get wrong but apparently, I got THIS wrong too!). I press the button for street level. She glares at me, shakes her head, and makes an ugly grunting sound. I pressed the button wrong folks, that's what happened. I'm apparently also unaware that people get off elevators as well as get on. I'm an awful person. I am cancer on our free and good society and I should be taken out back and shot. I know this now.
 
Man I despise the term *********. It's the latest hipster term for thinly veiling an insult just because you don't agree with an opinion.

As for the clapping thing, unless you have experience of what does/does not set off someone on the upper end of a mental health spectrum, then respectfully you have no place to criticise.
 
mmj_uk said:
They're nannied by the authorities who seem to like the idea of grown adults being big children with jobs, first thing I learned in school was the "sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you" nursery rhyme. Todays ********** probably feel threatened simply by the mention of sticks and stones breaking bones.
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Pfftt.

You bloody *********.

Back in my day, we broke sticks and stones with our bones...

;)
 
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