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(con. 1939–45) Maybe I’m Dead 41: He managed to hard-ass it more than a hundred miles over the mountains into Czechoslovakia before the Gestapo caught him.at hard-ass, v.
(con. 1939–45) Maybe I’m Dead 41: He managed to hard-ass it more than a hundred miles over the mountains into Czechoslovakia before the Gestapo caught him. (con. 1939–45) Maybe I’m Dead 286: How long has it been since ye’ve seen a nice fresh white cackleberry like this one.at cackleberry (n.) under cackle, n.
(con. WWII) Maybe I’m Dead 285: Three-fourths of the bloody houses in Leipzig are clobbered.at clobber, v.2
(con. 1939–45) Maybe I’m Dead 95: It’s – that wind. It’s colder than a witch’s tit.at ...a witch’s tit under colder than..., adj.
(con. 1939–45) Maybe I’m Dead 209: First thing he did when the rest of us were corking out nine-tenths dead was to get ahold of a wheelbarrow someplace and go out and gather up most of these guys.at cork out (v.) under cork, v.1
(con. 1939–45) Maybe I’m Dead 180: I’m plenty corked.at corked, adj.
(con. 1939–45) Maybe I’m Dead 283: Bombs away! Some place up ahead took an hour-long pasting.at pasting, n.
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