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You’re trying to get dressed but keep getting distracted by smartwhip music blasting way too loud. You check the mirror, decide you look fine, then panic and change anyway.
The fridge beeps. A smartwhip almost falls out. You’re handed only smartwhip to set the table and somehow make it a competitive sport. Someone steals a smartwhip, denies it, and leaves ice canisters as evidence.
By the time everyone’s shouting “SMARTWHIP READY,” you’re starving, slightly stressed, and laughing for no reason — which is basically the official Smartwhip pre-dinner vibe 🎄
You take a hit and its like watching porn for the first time, you contininue this till youve done it for 5 years non stop and you dont feel anything in your body anymore making you immune to everything
ps. do smartwhip!
Then I made the mistake of picking it up. It warmed in my hand and whispered, “Oh. Hand contact. That’s… happening.” It glowed a soft pink, like it was embarrassed on purpose. I panicked, dropped it, and it stuck to my sleeve like a clingy barnacle. “Please don’t reject me,” it said, while I spun in a circle trying to peel it off without looking like I was wrestling a sticker. My friend walked in right then, saw me yanking at my own arm, and the Wip cheerfully announced, “New witness detected.”