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When a person or group of people clap out of rhythm to a song
We were trying to play our guitars around the campfire but Gary kept church clapping and fucking us up
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Another way to say please be advised.
Clap eyes on this attachment.
a state of being done for to an extreme extent i.e cooked
“i can’t believe she caught you cheating. you’re absolute daddy clapped”
“brotha i been knew”
A women with a muscular vagina and also has a gnarly case of gonorrhea.
Person 1: Hey man did you ever fuck that chick?
Person 2: Nah man she had an Iron Clap I wasn't going near that!
Person 1: Sorry to hear that.
Knowing something before it occurs.
I knew we were going to win because I could already hear the sound of one hand clapping.
The act of two humans who, at the time of interaction, possess a vagina (and oftentimes a clitoris) and achieve sexual pleasure and/or release by repeatedly rubbing, or pressing together forcefully, their respective vaginas against one another. For you see, a vagina oft resembles the partially open shell of a clam and the sound of two vaginas coming together may produce a sound akin to that of the common hand-clap.
John: Brian, my 'ol chum! Foretold was your journey to the playground with the rising sun. What tidings do you bring?
Brian: Greetings John, my most trusted confident! I bring news of great consternation.
John: Say it is not so! What happening has produced such a bother which may quake us to the very bone?
Brian: Why, tis of my mother. For you see, my dear mama and her lady companion Mary are at this very moment clapping clams on the settee in the conservatory.
John: Holy fucking shit dude. That's awesome!
Brian: Not for the upholstery.
The act of two humans who, at the time of interaction, possess a vagina (and oftentimes a clitoris) and achieve sexual pleasure and/or release by repeatedly rubbing, or pressing together forcefully, their respective vaginas against one another. For you see, a vagina oft resembles the partially open shell of a clam and the sound of two vaginas coming together may produce a sound akin to that of the common hand-clap.
John: Brian, my 'ol chum! Foretold was your journey to the playground with the rising sun. What tidings do you bring?
Brian: Greetings John, my most trusted confident! I bring news of great consternation.
John: Say it is not so! What happening has produced such a bother which may quake us to the very bone?
Brian: Why, tis of my mother. For you see, my dear mama and her lady companion Mary are at this very moment clapping clams on the settee in the conservatory.
John: Holy fucking shit dude. That's awesome!
Brian: Not for the upholstery.