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Unknown Industrial Prisoner 231: Have you mob ever thought of the inhabitants of this pretty little earth before we started brewing beer on it? [...] just picture them, you beer-suckers.at beer-chewer (n.) under beer, n.
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 231: Have you mob ever thought of the inhabitants of this pretty little earth before we started brewing beer on it? [...] just picture them, you beer-suckers. Unknown Industrial Prisoner 36: The little bosses protested as reasonably as they could to the office staff – the shiny arses.at shiny-bum, n.
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 143: These men are trained for years, they know more than us, they’re bent over books and calculus and things we’ve never heard of while we’re out cat-shagging around and learning to get on the piss.at cat-shag (v.) under cat, n.1
D. Ireland Unknown Industrial Prisoner 83: We were choofing along Highway One about forty-five or fifty when all of a sudden we see the wheel going past.at choof, v.
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 248: Perhaps it was the aches and pains of the flu or the accumulation of the feeling that because he did his work he missed all the lurks and perks others enjoyed.at lurks and purks (n.) under lurk, n.
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 8: His tongue was still cocky caged from the night before.at have a mouth like the bottom of a cocky’s cage (v.) under mouth, n.
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 249: Did you tell God to get nicked?at nicked, adj.2
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 132: They were packing the shits when he went off his head in the control room last time.at pack (the) shit (v.) under pack, v.1
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 130: I convinced her the whole thing was ridge!at ridge, adj.
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 102: His trousers fell away behind him straight down from the small of his back to his heels. Slack-arse, they called him.at slackarse (n.) under slack, adj.
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 130: ‘Those little birds in the yard?’ ‘Spags. Little brown sparrows.’.at spag, n.1
Unknown Industrial Prisoner 2: Drop your tweeds. Cough. He wasn’t paid to look for nervous disabilities, just cripples and dead men.at tweeds, n.
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