Being offended by this is like a catfish getting upset about muddy water — honey, you're already in it.
Oh, well. That's... I mean, some people might be. I wouldn't say anything, but.
The desert don't care about your feelings, partner.
Being offended by this is like leaving a one-star review on the weather app.
Hollering at the mountain for being steep never made it any flatter.
A fire ant complaining about the heat? Brother, heat is your whole thing.
I'm walkin' here. Your offense is not my problem. Capisce?
The brass band don't stop for feelings, chère. Laissez les bons temps rouler.
Yer bum's oot the windae, pal. Have some Irn-Bru and move on.
The rain isn't going anywhere and neither are you. Have a pint.
You call THAT offended? Sit down, eat something, you'll feel better.
Bear is offended every day. Bear still goes to work. Be like bear.
Your offense has been catalogued under "Emotionally Valid, Operationally Irrelevant." Ordnung muss sein.
Il n'y a pas de quoi fouetter un chat. (Not worth whipping a cat over.)
In this family, we don't get offended — we get louder.
A palabras necias, oídos sordos — to foolish words, deaf ears.
Everything in this country is trying to kill you and you're offended by THIS? She'll be right.
Trouble nuh set like rain — getting vex about di clouds never stopped a single drop.
The dog barks, but the caravan moves on. Your offense is the dog.
The bamboo bends in the wind but does not break. Be bamboo, not oak.
The elephant doesn't turn around when the dog barks, beta.
The hyena who laughed at its own reflection isn't offended — and neither should you be.