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Misery (1988) 233: It’s sort of hard to go bar-hopping when you’ve a couple of broken legs.at bar-hop, v.
Misery (1988) 233: It’s sort of hard to go bar-hopping when you’ve a couple of broken legs. Misery (1988) 169: ‘Arrears. That means in the bucket, doesn’t it?’ ‘In the bucket, in the hole, behind. Yes.’.at in the barrel under barrel, n.1
Misery (1988) 230: He was nothing but a hippie dope-fiend dirty bird. [Ibid.] 231: The dirty birdies round here would say anything to get me in trouble.at dirty bird, n.2
Misery (1988) 271: I only bitched about it once [...] one bitch.at bitch, n.1
Misery (1988) 271: I only bitched about it once [...] one bitch.at bitch, v.
Misery (1988) 271: I only bitched about it that once.at bitch, v.
Misery (1988) 24: Give me a bag of that effing pigfeed and a bag of that bitchly cow-corn.at bitching, adj.
Misery (1988) 219: Novelist best known for his series of romances about sexy, bubbleheaded, unsinkable Misery Chastain.at bubbleheaded, adj.
Misery (1988) 327: You can have a couple of loads of double-ought buck up your cockadoodie bumhole if you don’t get out of here!at bumhole, n.
Misery (1988) 57: Do you remember seeing anyone on the road the day of the storm? [...] Might have looked sort of bunged up?at bunged up, adj.
Misery (1988) 168: Lawyers! Quarterly payment, he says! Overdue! Cockadoodie! Kaka! Kaka-poopie-doopie!at caca!, excl.
Misery (1988) 124: He would have to cut down, have to duck some of the caps.at cap, n.4
Misery (1988) 258: Bonsaro’s near fatal crack-up in his last desperate effort to escape the police.at crack-up, n.1
Misery (1988) 223: Nor could he pull a cutie like opening the capsules and mixing the powder into [...] icecream.at cutie, n.1
Misery (1988) 212: He was edging towards a state of terminal freak-out.at freak-out, n.
Misery (1988) 24: You’re effing right, Annie, coming right the eff up?at fuck, the, phr.
Misery (1988) 155: ‘Learned it from the fuzzy-wuzzies in Capetown,’ he said. ‘Griquas. Wonderful chaps.’.at fuzzy-wuzzy, n.1
Misery (1988) 124: ‘Ho-ho, Paulie,’ [...] the typewriter said in the tough gunsel’s voice he had made up for it.at gonsel, n.
Misery (1988) 41: I Got the Hungries.at hungries, n.
Misery (1988) 226: He saw her slip the hypo into the pocket of her skirt.at hypo, n.2
Misery (1988) 225: Hypo or bee sting, no difference.at hypo, n.2
Misery (1988) 170: I’m no shanty-Irish moocher!at shanty Irish, n.
Misery (1988) 62: He is not just good old Joe Blow from Kokomo.at Joe Blow (n.) under joe, n.1
Misery (1988) 327: ‘But—’ KAPOW!at kapow!, excl.
Misery (1988) 236: ‘But you already, hadn’t you?’ [...] ‘You bet your rooty-patooties I had.’.at patootie, n.
Misery (1988) 5: That was good, that was in fact just peachy-keen.at peachy-keen (adj.) under peachy, adj.
Misery (1988) 13: But he said, ‘It changed its mind.’ ‘Oh, poop!’ I said.at poop!, excl.
Misery (1988) 153: They must look like a pair of Mr. Dickens’s resurrection men.at resurrection man (n.) under resurrection, n.
Misery (1988) 181: Shit on a shingle! Love it!at shit on a shingle (n.) under shit, n.
Misery (1988) 155: Griquas. Wonderful chaps. Put sticks and things in their smoochers, what?at what?, phr.
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