A unique sub-genre of {trustafarians} whose lives revolve around recreating in their adopted ski towns within the Rocky Mountain region. Highly privileged with inherited wealth and good looks, they live a life of recreation and leisure centering around overpriced gear, Sprinter vans, and Breweries. If they work it is at a non-profit which their parents donate heavily to, all this is done for {virtue signaling} reasons on social media. Their money gentrifies these communities and drives the working class to satellite communities. Having a worldview so myopic and self centered, their idea of an injustice is not being able to ride their bike exactly where they want. Dog poop on the trail is the most difficult thing any of them will have to deal with today. Their life has been so easy they have to make recreational challenges to add a feeling of consequence and challenge to an otherwise consumptive existence of vanity and social networking with members of their same economic class. Contact with members of the working class is limited to when their vehicle, otherwise known as their play chariot, needs new tires. Moving quickly from recreation bubble to recreation bubble and remaining ignorant to current events, the RMRLC can maintain their whimsical and fantastical vision of an adult playground complete with toys of unlimited excess. A reality where adrenaline mixes with copious amounts of THC and a topper of craft microbrews from their trustfund friends brewery.
If a tree fell in a forest and a Rocky Mountain recreational leisure class individual was not there to ride on top of it with a titanium endowed piece of equipment, did that tree actually fall?
when highscool kids scream out in pain (most often girls) and fall to the floor screaming and demanding to be benched. its really fun to do.
tanya was walking into the gymnasium when she saw the flyer for soccer drills she hated soccer so she decided to pull a gym class trigeminal neuralgi-fake by hitting the deck and screaming
"CRAAAAMPS! CRAMPPS!!!! AAGHH MY OVARIESS ARE BLEEDING! IM SHOOTING WOMANLY FLUIDS OUT MY VAGINA!!"
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Attaining such a level of intoxication by marijuana that you experience the same emotions as one would have when kicked out of a high school French class.
getting kicked out of french class... "fuck max wine"
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The bell that rings, letting you know that you that class is in a few minutes.
That's just the get your ass to class bell, we've still got six minutes.
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Crass â The Greatest Working Class Rip Off
CHORUS: Ainât it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Ainât it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Ainât it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Ainât it just a rip off, oi, oi, oi/ What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi.
Another threatening glance, another macho stance/ Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed/ Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat/ Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear.
CHORUS
Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ainât there nothing better to give?/ Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live?/ You tell me youâre a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean?/ Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action youâve seen?/ Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, weâve seen it all before/ Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door/ Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head/ When youâre just a pathetic victim of the media youâve been fed/ Youâre lost in your own self pity, youâve bought the systemâs lie/ They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie/ Okay, so youâre right about one thing, no-oneâs got the right to shit on you/ But whatâs the point of shitting on yourself, whatâs that gonna do?/ Working class hero beats up middle class twit/ Media labels, systemâs shit/ When it looks like the people could score a win/ The system makes sure that the boot goes in.
Yeah itâs the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Just another fucking rip off, a fucking media ploy/ Itâs the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi/Ainât it just a rip off, ainât it just a rip off, ainât it just a rip off, oi.
Punk attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed/ But look at how it is right now, do you really think youâre freed?/ Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate/ Punkâs got nothing to do with what youâre trying to create/ Anarchy, violence, chaos?/ You mindless fucking jerks/ Canât you see youâre talking about the way the system works?/ Throughout our bloody history force has been the game/ The message that you offer is just the fucking same/ Youâre puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance/ Thatâs right fuckers, sneer at us âcos we say âGive Peace a chanceâ/ Punk is dead you wankers, âcos you killed it through and through/ In your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do?/ Is Top of the Pops the way in which you show how much you care?/ Will you take off now to the USA to spread your message there?/ Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing/ The only thing thatâll ever change will be the song you sing/ âCos when youâve bought your Rolls Royce car and luxury penthouse flat/ Youâll be looking down your nose and saying âPunk, dear chap, whatâs that?â/ Youâll be the working class hero with your middle class dream/ And the world will be the same as the world has always been/ Punkâs the peopleâs music so you can stuff ideas of class/ Thatâs just the way the system keeps you sitting on your arse/ Class, class, class, thatâs all you fucking hear/ Middle class, working class, I donâtâ fucking care.
Itâs the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi/ What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi/ Itâs the greatest human sell out, oi, oi, oi/ Ainât it just a rip off oi, oi, oi
Punkâs the peopleâs music and I donât care where theyâre from/ Black or white, punk or skin, there ainât no right or wrong/ Weâre all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good/ You can stuff your false divisions âcos together I know we could/ Beat the system, beat its rule/ Ainât got no class, I ainât a fool/ Beat the system, beat its law/ Ainât got no religion âcos I know thereâs more/ Beat the system, beat its game/ Ainât got no colour, weâre all the same/ People, people, not colour, class or creed/ Donât destroy the people, destroy their power and their greed.
nathan is the greatest working class rip off
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A term related to quantities of marijuana smoked. May apply for college students and maybe high schoolers. Refers to the number of bowls smoked compared to the number of classes (all scheduled or only those attended). If this ratio is above 1 for somebody, then that person is probably a huge stoner.
"I smoked 6 bowls today and went to 3 classes (had 4 but skipped 1 'cause I'm a stoner). That means my Bowl-to-Class Ratio is 2."
"Fucking stoner"
Bowl to Class Ratio (BCR)
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You are a person who think's that your opinion out weighs those whom are unfortunately jobless or On Government assistance, Inc Any type of State Assistance Programs, Example SNAP & EBT and so on. or homelessness. You Degrade them because you feel that they are below you and your social circle. you are prone to think that the jobless are just Bums & Druggies Or Illegals. Totally disregarding mental health as playing a roll.
Example for - "Working ,Work Class Privilege" between 2 Faux Beings - and 1 secluded Faux Being.
"JoBlow1 to JoBlow2 "JoBlow3" is a bum, he/she lives with his/her mother and refuses to get a job to help her out! JoBlow3 - i am not a bum i have Agoraphobia and i am on SSI. JoBlow1" See Leaching off the state" JoBlow2" this is why our taxes are higher every year we have to pay for those bums."
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