When you or a friend decide to randomly dump an immense amount of trauma or needlessly sad discussion into a good and perfectly happy moment. Usually most practiced to gain pity by catching people off guard and force discussion in their favor.
"You ever just think about that one time I suffered because of one role?"
"Dude what the fuck, I'm literally just eating a salad here, stop JPing."
A Roblox Clan of people known for dedicating their life to rip-off legendary football on Roblox. They are spotted only playing Lob Games but if they are not doing that, they are busy arguing with another person in the game server who probably just dogged them. Typically, these type of people are between the ages of 5-10.
Jping clan member: Ooo I caught a Jp I’m clipping for a montage
To "gangsta" it up, you may also say "jinglin'" as opposed to "jingling." The "jingling/jinglin'" is done to one's penis/testicles as they are beat with the force of a hand and "the change" is the semen that is being prepared for launch.
Logic: If a warehouse of semen can be called a sperm bank, then shouldn't the semen technically be called money/"change"? And if one jingles bells, which sounds like "balls," why not say that one can "jingle" balls, "jingle" balls, jingle them "all the way"?
Man: Dude, why are your hands bouncing around in your pockets?
Dude: Man, I'm just jingling the change!
Man: Niiiiice!
Man: Dude, Jessica Alba makes me jingle my change all nightlong.
Dude: Man, Tila Tequila jingles my change IN PERSON!
Man: No way, Dude!
Dude: Yes way, Man!
To not wear underpants, allowing one's testicles to bounce around like a coin purse. This is most applicable when wearing loose-fitting, wide-crotch pants.
So I went out and bought me a leisure suit. I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my realbirthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."