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Breakfast on Pluto 182: One thing was certain — I definitely did look a treat.at treat, a, adv.
Breakfast on Pluto 182: One thing was certain — I definitely did look a treat. Breakfast on Pluto 72: A little puddle [...] ticking in small drops on to my stinky, balding velvet loons.at loon pants (n.) under loon (about/off), v.
Breakfast on Pluto 53: The cut of the cunt — arsing about my television with a head on him like Barney Gillis’s cockerel!at arse about (v.) under arse, v.
Breakfast on Pluto 16: They’d been calling down to Rat Trap Mansions, annoying the arse off Whiskers asking her could I come out to play cowboys and war.at — the arse/ass off under arse, n.
Breakfast on Pluto 60: Which [money] I said I couldn’t take. I did? In a pig’s ear, sweety-pie.at in a pig’s arse! (excl.) under pig’s arse!, excl.
Breakfast on Pluto 9: Stop tearing the arse out of that turkey!at arse, n.
Breakfast on Pluto 158: Pat McGrane (old classmate) is as happy as larry.at ...Larry under happy as..., adj.
Breakfast on Pluto 160: Would you go away to fuck out of that!at away to fuck! (excl.) under away, adj.
Breakfast on Pluto 61: There was a distinct whiff of BO emanating from the regions of my armpits.at b.o., n.
Breakfast on Pluto 82: Do him! Do him, Kerr, you bollocks you!at ballocks, n.
Breakfast on Pluto 115: The bastard you hate who dumped you on the step or started proceedings that led to it.at bastard, n.
Breakfast on Pluto 1: What’s the chance of a bit tonight then, Mrs Riley?at bit, n.1
Breakfast on Pluto 111: Why I had to go and do a stupid thing like blab it all to Louise instead of keeping it to myself.at blab, v.
Breakfast on Pluto 144: Don’t try any of your fucking blarney on us, Paddy!at blarney, n.1
Breakfast on Pluto 60: Which is a darned blooming cheek when you think about it.at blooming, adj.1
Breakfast on Pluto 86: Blahdy bog Arabs! I’m sorry, guv, but that’s the way I feel.at bog Arab (n.) under bog, n.3
Breakfast on Pluto 87: Had gone stark, raving bonkers over me.at stark staring bonkers, adj.
Breakfast on Pluto 18: I loved that, for some reason — her being the boss.at boss, n.2
Breakfast on Pluto 16: Boy, Braden! What a place!at boy!, excl.
Breakfast on Pluto 39: Does your fancy man kiss you like that, you crazy fucking nancy boy?at nancy boy, n.
Breakfast on Pluto 85: Long as they’s ’avin themselves a good time, that’s awright by me!at by, prep.
Breakfast on Pluto 64: I wonder what he works at now, this latest pick-up chappie of mine?at chappie, n.
Breakfast on Pluto 45: Most likely soon to be chucked out of house and home.at chuck out, v.
Breakfast on Pluto 107: Was I chuffed when he said that. How much I cannot tell you, because it meant so much to me too.at chuffed, adj.
Breakfast on Pluto 35: I shall relieve you of three hundred crisp ones as off to the city I swoosh.at crisp one, n.
Breakfast on Pluto 86: It’s a diabolical liberty, that is! Frowing bombs into restaurants!at diabolical, adj.
Breakfast on Pluto 25: Flump goes Mr Prawn the dicky-doodle man.at dicky-doodle (n.) under dicky, n.5
Breakfast on Pluto 23: The local parish priest whose dicky she knew would be only [...] too eager to start stirring and getting up to mischief.at dicky, n.5
Breakfast on Pluto 1: The gold-digging days of poor old darling poo poo puss are gone for ever.at gold-digging, n.
Breakfast on Pluto 134: Brings you off to the restaurant for a great big yummy din-dins!at din-din, n.
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