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Swollen Red Sun 130: And we don’t do somethin’ [...] then we’s all fucked, and it’ll all be over but the cryin’’.at all over bar the shouting, phr.
Swollen Red Sun 130: And we don’t do somethin’ [...] then we’s all fucked, and it’ll all be over but the cryin’’. Swollen Red Sun 99: Jerry Dean come by [...] and he’s madder ’n a wet cat.at ...a wet hen under mad as..., adj.
Swollen Red Sun 150: ‘Yeah, maybe,’ Jerry Dean said. ‘Maybe, my asshole,’ said Bazooka. ‘When he gets out, he’s gonnan be a threat’ .at my asshole! (excl.) under asshole, n.
Swollen Red Sun 95: He found four dollars [...] but no meth. ‘Where’s the Bob White?’ Banks asked.at bob white, n.
Swollen Red Sun 229: Wade yelled and yanked the Bonneville to the shoulder. ‘My Bonnie,’ Darlene cried.at Bonnie, n.
Swollen Red Sun 162: ‘[T]his here bust’ll make you a hero’.at bust, n.
Swollen Red Sun 98: ‘I can’t believe a cop’d be stupid enough to get in cahoots with you idiots’.at in cahoots (with) under cahoots, n.
Swollen Red Sun 102: ‘We can’t be havin’ farmers [...] gettin’ car-jacked’.at car-jack, v.
Swollen Red Sun 144: ‘We’re the ones going through all this trouble — truck-jackin’ people ’n’ whatnot’.at car-jack, v.
Swollen Red Sun 36: He looked at the glass pipe [...] ‘That bowl cashed yet?’.at cash, v.2
Swollen Red Sun 43: ‘He out playin’ chef or gatherin’ pills?’.at chef, n.
Swollen Red Sun 16: [T]he habits of a meth cook were sporadic.at cook, n.1
Swollen Red Sun 43: ‘Cut the shit, Darlene. You always know his whereabouts, so don’t play ta me like you don’t’.at cut the crap, v.
Swollen Red Sun 78: ‘Hundred and eighty, Dale. Black crotch rocket with a red helmet’.at crotch rocket (n.) under crotch, n.
Swollen Red Sun 42: [S]he ought to show those crumb-snatchers a little belt belt leather.at crumb-catcher (n.) under crumb, n.1
Swollen Red Sun 122: ‘She’s a bitch if ever there was one. How you put up with that cunt bag [...] I’ll never know’.at cuntbag (n.) under cunt, n.
Swollen Red Sun 129: ‘Hey, dickhole, you still with me?’.at dickhole (n.) under dick, n.1
Swollen Red Sun 96: ‘That shit [i.e. pepper spray] burns like the dickens, man’.at dickens, the, phr.
Swollen Red Sun 91: ‘I ain’t even asked you a question yet, dipshit’.at dipshit, n.
Swollen Red Sun 144: That Reverend’s crazier than a coon dog with two peters.at crazy as a dog with two peters (adj.) under dog, n.2
Swollen Red Sun 10: White-trash pharmacies [...] would always trade pills for dope. A box of pills got you half a gram [of methedrine].at dope, n.1
Swollen Red Sun 99: He starts shakin’ me down [...] Takes the rest of my dope I got stashed.at shake down, v.
Swollen Red Sun 8: [He] was known to have a mean drunk-on come evening.at drunk-on (n.) under drunk, n.
Swollen Red Sun 179: He thought about the big baby. Dumber than a bucket of screwdrivers.at dumb as a box of rocks (adj.) under dumb, adj.1
Swollen Red Sun 79: ‘No, no, he ain’t dead. Not yet anyway. Tough old fart’.at fart, n.
Swollen Red Sun 231: ‘Fixin’ to go ’n’ see my dad right now’.at fix, v.1
Swollen Red Sun 80: ‘Somebody musta flopped him a good one’ .at flop, v.
Swollen Red Sun 123: They polished off another foily.at foily, n.
Swollen Red Sun 92: ‘But this gun here, this one is loaded, fucknuts’.at fuck-nut (n.) under fuck, n.
Swollen Red Sun 91: [of drug dealing] He had not survived the game for as long as he had by talking to police and answering questions.at game, n.
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