This word has three claps, one for every syllable.
I can't make it home for the funeral buddy, but I know Coach Gibbons would want us all to give you three Bobcat claps for a life well lived.
Around ten o'clock, the audience claps for two or three minutes, the performers bow two or three times, and all go home.
He has clapped for fifty hours (a hundred and forty claps a minute, each audible at a hundred yards), practicing at night in his health-food store.
Sickeningly, there was also the sound of one hand clapping for Ava DuVernay's hugely admired civil-rights drama Selma, also snubbed.
The screamers were in action as the curtain rose, and the thin, leggy lad with the freshly shampooed hair growing out of his head like a clump of grass mercilessly worked up the frenzy and the rhythmical, brain-washing thunder of the claps for twenty minutes or so, with only one short pause.
And after about three hours, they clapped for the Yankees, their 5-2 victoverover the Orioles and a night well spent.
One of those clapping for him, the cameras showed, was Cruz.
The Clapboss supports six different clap patterns for your clapping pleasure.
