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The Whipit

Ever shove your face into a blender, pour in some soy milk and set it on “whip”? That’s the physically equivalent sensation of looking at 172 degree Hat Tilt Whipit choad leaning in on these two tasty pancakes with a maple syrup filling.

I would Chewbacca crossbow Whipit with a laser blast until his protons fused with the 70s faux wood paneling behind him to create a new element on the periodic tables — woodchoad.

Then I would set off flares from a Kowloon rickshaw just to celebrate the four inspired and firm grabby grabs that are standing at attention. They are soft and boobie-like boobies, that make me want to sing opera while tap dancing highly inappropriate statements about my scrotae in morse code.

Whip it. Whip it Bad.