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Having bad memories from a jazz band. A horrible incident which could be physically or emotionally damaging revolving around jazz or is from jazz band and is remembered often.
I have Post Traumatic Jazz Disorder after David hit me with a saxophone in jazz band.
Person #1: why you post him?
Person #2: its national post the opps day that’s why I posted him
after the last hockey games of the season players expirence extreme sadness and depression often until new season
man, I have post hockey season disorder right now I’m just gonna go home and cry
When you accidentally spoil something for someone and then attempt to make it up by yelling out "Spoiler alert!"
It will nonetheless piss someone off because either a) you're just rubbing it in that you spoiled the ending to an amazing movie/book/show, or b) they weren't really paying attention before and would have missed the spoiler, but because you had called attention to it, now they are aware they have been spoiled.
Kris: "So I'm reading this Harry Potter book and so far I don't like that Snape fellow."
Melissa: "Yeah I really hated Snape in the 6th book when he killed Dumbledore but everything worked out in the end."
Kris: "Ye- Wait. Snape KILLS Dumbledore?!"
Melissa: "Er, ah, um, SPOILER ALERT!!!1"
Paul: "Wow, Melissa, way to pull a post-facto spoiler alert."
Kris: "It will never be the same!" *sobs*
You have come back from Glastonbury, you walk through the door and sit down, nothing you thought was real is. At 9pm you leave your desk job and all you can hear is the thumping sound of the Pyramid in your head, you go to your local night club and all you can think is how much better shangri-la is. Your friends who all went to V-fest or Wireless say they understand how you feel, and why you always look so sad, they dont. They dont know what its like to get 2 hours sleep a night, in the fields of Somerset, with nothing but a fiver tent and ten crates of cider. Eventually you lose sight of everything, all the dates that matter in your life are when the tickets go on sale. You eventually have to get counselling, with the counsellor wandering why you keep on saying Michael Eavis under your breath. Soon you live in the stone circle, no amount of police force can prise you out, the fields of Pilton Farm are your sanctuary. For the remainder of your days you change your name officially to Glastonbury and wait for the sacred date: where you can do acid at 5am and no one cares. Having PGSD is a sad, sad life.
Jack: Have you seen how sad Jim looks lately?
Tony: Yeah I know! I think he just came back from this hippie-fest in Somerset and has Post-Glastonbury stress disorder.
You remember a traumatic memory after busting a nut
Baji suffered from Post Traumatic Nut Disorder after fucking the shit out of Chifuyu’s ass
Everything that goes down after you smoke weed with some good friends. "Session" is often shortend to "sesh" for convenience.
Hey Zoe, so we just smoked, but what about that Post-toke lurk session?