Wap

“You're worried about this dude? Seriously? The boy is whipped on that WAP. Whipped, I tell you.”

"I gotcha, Doc. I won't bother her for another week or so, but after that, I'm all in that WAP!" Jamal said, pumping the air like he was having sex.

After some light finger work and his admiration of my WAP, it became clear we needed a more secure spot.

The waps will never stand for that. You'd be fucking with sacrilege. Every Italiano dreams of owning a red Ferrari.

Sir, he said, I saw nothing but the waters wap and the waves wan.

I[…]wapped him over his head

Ben mort, shall you and I heave a bough, mill a ken, or nip a bung, and then we'll couch a hogshead under the ruffmans, and there you shall wap with me, and I'll niggle with you.

No gentry mort hath prats like thine, / No cove e'er wap'd with such a one.

Liz, he says, why trine for a make, when you can wap for a winne. I'm no dimber mort, I says. Don't ask you to be a swell mollisher, sister, coves want Miss Laycock, don't look at your mug. So I begin to sell my mother of saints.