1998 D. Lehane Gone, Baby, Gone 123: ‘That motherfucker gets hurt. That motherfucker gets motherfucking buttfucked’.at buttfuck, v.
1998 D. Lehane Gone, Baby, Gone 76: [E]ven in the best of times, she was far from a Chatty Cathy in the morning.at Chatty Cathy, n.
1998 D. Lehane Gone, Baby, Gone 295: He whacked me on the back in what I guess was a friendly show of camaraderie that almost sent me into a face plant into the mud.at face plant (n.) under face, n.
1998 D. Lehane Gone, Baby, Gone 197: Over a hundred spent shells had been found in the trees and ledges directly behind Broussard’s cliff [...] ‘Looks like the shooters went house back here’.at go house (v.) under house, n.1
1998 D. Lehane Gone, Baby, Gone 210: ‘Why go to all this trouble when he could have hired a couple of jack boys to pop Mullen and Gutierrez’.at jack-boy (n.) under jack, n.17
1998 D. Lehane Gone, Baby, Gone 64: [T]he kids tackled and rolled and bounced off one another like bumper cars. [...] ‘[...] [Y]ou see that pig pile out there? If we don't get somebody to stop it, they’ll [...] forget why they came in the first place’.at pig pile (n.) under pig, n.
1998 D. Lehane Gone, Baby, Gone 353: ’You know who the best criminal lawyer in this city is? [...] Floris Mansfield. [...] So chill out. Floris rocks’.at rock, v.3