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Storms of Summer 123: Them phutten rocks, eh? [...] suppose you wasn’t watching comen in! Bump! Crunch! Arse right outa d’boat.at arse, n.
Storms of Summer 123: Them phutten rocks, eh? [...] suppose you wasn’t watching comen in! Bump! Crunch! Arse right outa d’boat. Storms of Summer 89: Bugger Europe! I say. It must be the arsehole of the World!at arsehole of the universe (n.) under arsehole, n.
Storms of Summer 34: ‘I haven’t thought about it.’ ‘Balls, you haven’t!’.at balls!, excl.
Storms of Summer 97: ‘What’s the big idea you bastards working so close to me,’ roared Harry.at what’s the (big) idea?, phr.
Storms of Summer 341: That’s their joint with the old bomb outside. That old ute of theirs.at bomb, n.
Storms of Summer 163: That Dago’ll slaughter the young boong!at boong, n.
Storms of Summer 30: What a brutal looking fellow!at brutal, adj.
Storms of Summer 21: You certainly buggered that, didn’t you? [Ibid.] 71: They’re going to bugger this place like they buggered their own grounds around Narrigul.at bugger, v.2
Storms of Summer 88: After that she’s buggered for years.at buggered, adj.2
Storms of Summer 72: They chop it up and send it to the Chow places, fish chop suey and all that stuff.at Chow, adj.
Storms of Summer 297: Some rotten poxy bitch of a chromo dobbed them in.at chromo, n.
Storms of Summer 297: No need to climb up the bloody wall. I only asked.at climb (up) the walls (v.) under climb, v.
Storms of Summer 164: I got a good spot for crays.at cray, n.1
Storms of Summer 34: Christ! You make me sound like a dirty old man, the way you say that.at dirty old man, n.
Storms of Summer 297: Some rotten poxy bitch of a chromo dobbed them in.at dob (in), v.
Storms of Summer 71: You see any Eyetie boats where you where today?at Eyetie, adj.
Storms of Summer 263: ‘Come on, girlie,’ he said.at girlie, n.
Storms of Summer 29: Like little kings on their juvenile dunghills? Smarming around like tuppeny ha’penny Jesus Christs?at tuppenny halfpenny, adj.
Storms of Summer 95: Ya reckon I ought to squib it do ya? No, Charlie. We’ll stick around.at squib (it), v.
Storms of Summer 297: Some rotten poxy bitch of a chromo dobbed them in . . . They reckon she was rotten with the jack so they never paid her.at jack, the, n.
Storms of Summer 163: What d’ya expect, ya great nong?at nong, n.
Storms of Summer 97: ‘Bastard yourself!’ shrieked the Italian [...] ‘Piece of shit! Bastard yourself!’.at piece of shit, n.
Storms of Summer 159: Charlie introduces us to this Ricco peanut.at peanut, n.
Storms of Summer 297: ‘Cut the big talk,’ said Charles contemptuously. ‘Ah . . . get phut!’ said Bluey carelessly.at get phut! (excl.) under phut, adv.
Storms of Summer 33: ‘What am I supposed to do about it?’ ‘Don’t phutten well hang around her! That’s what ya phutten supposed to do.’.at phutten, adv.
Storms of Summer 297: Some rotten poxy bitch of a chromo [...] they reckon she was rotten with the jack.at rotten with (adj.) under rotten, adj.
Storms of Summer 35: Some day somebody’s going to up and kill that big rough bastard.at rough, adj.
Storms of Summer 298: I’m supposed to be a murderer [...] Big time stuff. Killer! Big man. Don’t rubbish me.at rubbish, v.
Storms of Summer 92: I know the ground round here . . . there’s a bloody great reef that will shag a net to hell.at shag, v.1
Storms of Summer 158: I reckon we got time for a quick beer. That’s if that shirty copper of theirs has his back turned.at shirty, adj.
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