Sentence examples for whap from inspiring English sources
The word "whap" is informal and can be used in written English, but it may not be considered well-written in formal contexts
It is typically used to describe a quick, sharp sound or action, often associated with hitting something. Example: "He gave the ball a whap with his bat, sending it soaring into the air." Alternatives include "slap" or "hit."
verb
To strike hard and suddenly.
("Biff turned around and — whap! — with his bare hand. He just crossed that son of a bitch's eyes!") He has been a Stranger since 1970.
(Imagining a similar scene in boxing: "Hey Joe, before we start to box in earnest, mind if I whap you a few times with my left hand? "Sure, Muhammad").
The beats and the lyrics matter on "Flockaveli," the debut album by the Atlanta rapper Waka Flocka Flame, but everything important about this album is captured in the ad-libbed vocal interjections sprinkled throughout, which approximate the fight captions of old "Batman" episodes: "Bam!" "Pow!" "Whap!" "Boom!" "Oof!" "Flockaveli" (Asylum/Warner Brothers) is an album about pain, the physical kind.
To misquote Gary Lineker, table football is a simple game: four men whap a ball around for a few minutes and, at the end, England win.
Then, when Tendulkar does get on strike, he picks up consecutive boundaries with two stunning strokes, an on-the-up whap through the cover and a sublime straight drive.
Or a pair of young males, excitedly tottering after an undecided female, would pause to see which of them was the more impressive craner of its neck, or to whap at each other ineffectually with their flippers.
The blue sky is blotted out, and the whap-whap-whap of the helicopter rotors becomes magnified and echoey, like the clapping of giant hands.
Something above us is whapping with a metal noise in the area of the soffits — a loose TV cable or a gutter strap is my guess — though when I look up I can't see anything.
The whapping of chopper blades, the hostile vehicles, the heat of the chase — the adrenaline rush had to be familiar.
We all looked the other way when McGwire, grown to Paul Bunyan in the flesh and keeping androstenedione on full display in his locker, whapped seventy home runs in 1998.
But my sense now is that except for occasional attempts to regulate sirens, or the Bloomberg administration's recent initiative to encourage a less annoying taxi horn, people are mostly resigned to high decibels and have learned to tune out all but the most extreme city sounds: the jackhammers, the fire engine klaxons, the helicopters whapping low overhead as if left over from "Apocalypse Now".
