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Rage in Bachman Books (1995) 14: I needed to whiz piss make lemonade whatever you wanted to call it.at lemonade, n.
Rage in Bachman Books (1995) 14: I needed to whiz piss make lemonade whatever you wanted to call it. Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 218: Oh my suds and body! Oh my sainted hat!at my aunt! (excl.) under aunt, n.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 246: ‘It’s going to be a boomer!’ Parker yelled [...] They could see the curtain of rain beating across the woods toward them below the purple thunderheads.at boomer, n.4
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 289: You and your diddy-bop friends.at diddy-bop, adj.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 286: A party-down city full of a million boogying drunks and cuckoo birds and out-and-out maniacs.at cuckoo bird (n.) under cuckoo, n.1
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 296: I’d bet my dog and lot you never slipped it to that girl of yours.at dog, n.2
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 226: God’s gonna strike you dead as dogshit.at dead as dogshit (adj.) under dogshit, n.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 254: Like a dollop of glue.at dollop, n.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 206: Parker was a bastard. Parker was a big drugstore cowboy and Saturday night tough guy.at drugstore cowboy (n.) under drugstore, n.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 230: ‘Eat my meat,’ Barkovitch snarled.at eat me!, excl.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 272: Now what say you flake off?at flake off, v.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 246: There ya go, hicksville!at Hicksville, n.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 298: I got girls everywhere, you dumb hump.at hump, n.1
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 296: I’d bet my dog and lot you never slipped it to that girl of yours.at lot, n.2
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 219: You got skidmarks in your underwear.at skid mark, n.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 273: Hey Ma! Look at the big guy! Look at that moose, Ma!at moose, n.1
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 172: ‘Just shut up!’ ‘Oh, pickles,’ McVries said.at pickles!, excl.
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 296: I’d bet my dog and lot you never slipped it to that girl of yours.at slip it to (v.) under slip, v.2
Long Walk in Bachman Books (1995) 248: Graveyard rats. They’d gnaw through one of them pine boxes in zip flat.at zip, adj.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 44597: That’s when some stupid jock playing Friday night hippie plays hide the salami with you.at play (a game of) hide the salami (v.) under play (at)..., v.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 349: Ralph [...] got in a little fender-bender accident.at fender-bender, n.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 464: Cuntlicking dinkrubbing ass wipe sonofawhoringbitch —.at cunt-licking, adj.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 457: Of course it was dope. Bad shit, full of dex or something.at dex, n.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 464: Cuntlicking dinkrubbing ass wipe sonofawhoringbitch —.at dink, n.2
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 464: ‘Goddam motherfucking mothersucking [...] fuckhole!’ his son screamed.at fuckhole (n.) under fuck, n.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 366: The fucking machine is all fucked to shit.at fucked, adj.1
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 516: He heard Harry the gun shop proprietor saying: So your cousin gut-shoots . . . this baby will spread his insides over twenty feet.at gut-shoot (v.) under gut, n.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 458: I can’t fuck you over the telephone. I can’t even hand-job you.at hand job, v.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 424: It’s like someone put a hurtin’ on you.at put the hurt on (v.) under hurt, n.
Roadwork in Bachman Books (1995) 435: The job you’ve got is a short-term plum, a long-term lemon.at lemon, n.
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