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A compound of clap and laughter made to describe the reaction that social justice Advocates when they see a "comedian" they like. No laughter is actually involved and the person initiating the reaction is not really a comedian but rather a social justice Advocate giving a speech. Whenever the "comedian" makes a point the audience likes they clap and this is what we refer to as Claughter.

Replacing laughter with Applause
Trevor noah: orange man bad
Audience: *Applause
Me: wow Trevor's on fire today just listen to that uproarious Claughter
Claughter by num1shinfan December 15, 2018
Words you can keep
When a person laughs so much, they start clapping.
*Comedian tells a funny joke*

John: OH MY GOD! LOL! *starts laughing and clapping*

Mike: Dude... claughter is so stupid, let the comedian finish his routine.
Claughter by Rachgotthis November 4, 2009
Still claughtered cuz I’m a real geezer
Claughter by Claughter June 5, 2021

The Man Behind The Slaughter

I dunno what I was thinking
Leaving my child behind
Now I suffer the curse
And now I am blind
With all this anger, guilt and sadness
Coming to haunt me forever
I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river
Is this revenge I am seeking
Or seeking someone to avange me
Stuck in my own paradox
I wanna set myself free
Maybe I should chase and find
Before they'll try to stop it
It won't be long before I'll become a puppet
It's been so long
Since I last have seen my son
Lost to this monster
To the man behind the slaughter
Since you've been gone
I've been singing this stupid song
So I could ponder
The sanity of your mother
I wish I lived in the present
With the gift of my past mistakes
But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes
Your sweet little eyes
Your little smile, is all I remember
Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper
Justification is killing me
But killing isn't justified
What happened to my son, I'm terrified
It lingers in my mind
And the thought keeps on getting bigger
I'm sorry my sweet baby
I wish I've been there
It's been so long
Since I last have seen my son
Lost to this monster
To the man behind the slaughter
Since you've been gone
I've been singing this stupid song
So I could ponder
The sanity of your mother
Friend: "I officially killed six kids. I am the man behind the slaughter"

Slaughterama 

A festival for bikers (as in bicyclers) hosted in Richmond, Virginia by the Cutthroats. Bikers come from all over the east coast to participate in bicycle-related activities such as tall-bike jousting. Slaughterama nornally occurs during the first week of April.

This event is open to the public.
You can't spell Slaughterama without slaughter.
Slaughterama by anonomatopia April 2, 2009

man behind the slaughter

Verse 1
I dunno what I was thinking
Leaving my child behind
Now, I suffer the curse and now, I am blind
With all this anger, guilt and sadness
Coming to haunt me forever
I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river
Is this revenge I am seeking
Or seeking someone to avenge me?
Stuck in my own paradox, I wanna set myself free
Maybe, I should chase and find
Before they'll try to stop it
It won't be long before I'll become a puppet

Chorus
It's been so long
Since I last have seen my son
Lost to this monster
To the man behind the slaughter
Since you've been gone
I've been singing this stupid song
So, I could ponder
The sanity of your mother

Verse 2
I wish I lived in the present
With the gift of my past mistakes
But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes
Your sweet little eyes, your little smile is all I remember
Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper
Justification is killing me but killing isn't justified
What happened to my son? I'm terrified
It lingers in my mind and the thought keeps on getting bigger
I'm sorry, my sweet baby, I wish I'd been there
guy: Verse 1
I dunno what I was thinking
Leaving my child behind
Now, I suffer the curse and now, I am blind
With all this anger, guilt and sadness
Coming to haunt me forever
I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river
Is this revenge I am seeking
Or seeking someone to avenge me?
Stuck in my own paradox, I wanna set myself free
Maybe, I should chase and find
Before they'll try to stop it
It won't be long before I'll become a puppet

Chorus
It's been so long
Since I last have seen my son
Lost to this monster
To the man behind the slaughter
Since you've been gone
I've been singing this stupid song
So, I could ponder
The sanity of your mother

Verse 2
I wish I lived in the present
With the gift of my past mistakes
But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes
Your sweet little eyes, your little smile is all I remember
Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper
Justification is killing me but killing isn't justified
What happened to my son? I'm terrified
It lingers in my mind and the thought keeps on getting bigger
I'm sorry, my sweet baby, I wish I'd been there
other guy: oh ok

man behind the slaughter

The man behind the slaughter is defined as a purple prick
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