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Letters of Irish Parish Priest (1997) 131: I don’t give a tinker’s curse about the bishop [...] There is nothing you or the bishop can do to me.at not care a tinker’s (curse), v.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest (1997) 131: I don’t give a tinker’s curse about the bishop [...] There is nothing you or the bishop can do to me. Letters of Irish Parish Priest 78: I got eight pairs altogether on appro.at on appro (adv.) under appro, n.1
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 35: ‘Kiss me arse,’ she said and no more.at kiss my arse!, excl.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 63: If I hear as much as another word out of you or the bloody bishop I’ll blow the hell out of here to England.at blow out, v.4
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 5: ‘Oh Lord Jaysus,’ she said. ‘That’s the size of an orange. ’Tis as big as an elephant’s conundrum.’.at conundrum, n.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 46: ‘Get out of here you tramp,’ she screamed at him, ‘and stop showing off your dirty oul’ drumstick while you’re urinating.’.at drumstick, n.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 24: Martin, my ole buddy, pour me a shot of the goddam dynamite. The dynamite was his undoing.at dynamite, n.2
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 49: He has been dining out since, no doubt with those eejits of women in the upper crust here.at eejit, n.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 63: ‘If you so much as mention her name again,’ he threatened, ‘I’ll guzzle you.’.at guzzle, v.2
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 29: ‘Joe,’ I said, ‘don’t come the heavy with me. You are the man responsible for Bridget Day’s misfortune.’.at come the heavy (v.) under heavy, n.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 34: The housekeeper had a notorious tooth for the hot stuff [...] As close as he watched it the whiskey began to disappear.at hot stuff, n.1
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 62: ‘You can tell the bishop from me,’ he shouted, ‘that if he don’t mind his own business I might jack the whole thing up.’.at jack up, v.1
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 47: There he was with one hand resting on the wall in front of him and the other holding his lightning rod. I did not wait to see whether he was piddling or showing off.at lightning rod (n.) under lightning, n.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 7: He administered a half-hearted slap to the girl’s bare buttocks – I recall what he said: ‘Get moving or get mounted, your posterior has me intoxicated’.at mount, v.1
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 60: Speak to him or I will. Have it out to the end with him and no pussy-footing.at pussyfoot, v.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 32: You shouldn’t tell those ducks shag off. Never use rotten language in front of ducks. Just say cush, cush and they’ll shag off themselves.at shag!, excl.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 22: I stayed in the rode in the cold for a hole hour and he roaring come in you effin skiv for the rich.at skivvy, n.2
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 62: If the bishop don’t like the way I come and go that’s tough cheese on the bishop.at tough cheese (adj.) under tough, adj.
Letters of Irish Parish Priest 54: I don’t mind a person having a drink and a bit of a sing-song but this whacks all.at whack, v.1
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