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...President's post-election feelings. Said Nixon: "After four years of the most devastating attacks on TV, in much of the media, in editorials and columns, and then all that talk in the last two or three weeks of the campaign of the gap narrowing . . . and then whap! A landslide, 49 states, 61% of the vote!" He paused, then continued: "You'd think I'd be elated . . . Well, you're so drained emotionally at the end, you can't feel much. You'd think that just when the time comes you'd have...
Hoked-Up Scene. With Quarry at 198 ½1/2 lbs. and Frazier at 203 ½1/2 lbs., the two collided at the opening bell like opposing tackles. Quarry, landing punishing body punches with a dull whap-whap that could be heard as far back as the $10 seats (the ones at ringside went for $100), took the early advantage. In the third round Frazier caught Quarry with a sweeping left hook, opening a deep inch-long gash under the challenger's eye. By the end of the seventh round, Quarry's vision was impaired, and the ring doctor...
...from left wing and scooped up the puck. Whoosh! he flashed across the Oakland blue line. Wham! he absorbed a brutal check from Seal Defender George Swarbrick that seemed to stagger him. Hull's shoulders sagged, his curved stick came up, and for the briefest instant, Swarbrick relaxed. Whap! Hull's stick slashed downward; 25 ft. away, Goalie Hodge could not even begin to react as the rock-hard rubber disk, traveling at better than 100 m.p.h., whistled past his knee into...
...writes Michael McClure, and furthermore, WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP Most action poets profess to take religion seriously, "via crucis vicar son of a bitch render out with magnificat," cries Ebbe Borregaard, and Lawrence Ferlinghetti, the wittiest of them, writes of a "wiggy prophet . . . gentle as the lamb of God/made into mad cutlets." Many action poets describe "religious visions" induced by narcotics; conversely, one poet speaks of "getting a fix at the altar." Even more important than religion to most action poets is sex, but more important than either is excrement. Excrement is sacrament. They sprinkle it around like holy...
...outdoor relaxation, there is nothing Dwight Eisenhower would rather do than tee up a golf ball and whap it down a fairway. For indoor escape from tension, he likes a few rubbers of bridge. In the White House, Saturday night is usually bridge night. The evening begins about 5 o'clock, in the solarium on the White House roof, is interrupted for a snack or buffet supper, then may continue down in Ike's second-floor study until 10 or 10:30. Guests arriving for a bridge date are likely to find the host waiting for them...