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(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 81: We laid out there under them bombs just shaking like a couple of dogs shitting peach pits.at shit a brick, v.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 81: We laid out there under them bombs just shaking like a couple of dogs shitting peach pits. (con. 1940s) Wax Boom 297: This apple-head Spiro?at applehead (n.) under apple, n.1
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 289: You can take those stripes, Stollman, and shove them up your precious pink ass.at shove it up your arse!, excl.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 276: Blow it out your ass, Lieutenant!at blow it out your ass!, excl.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 43: You’ll kiss ass through proper channels [...] just like everybody else.at kiss ass, v.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 110: That Kraut caught you bare-assed.at bare-ass, adj.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 286: The Krauts [...] wouldn’t have budged toward that mountain with the half-ass strength they had.at half-assed, adj.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 306: You are a lard-assed fathead who sees Adonis in the mirror.at lard-assed, adj.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 84: A high and mighty face don’t fool you none, and an ass-hole voice is just plain shit.at asshole, adj.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 21: All right, keep a tight hole, now.at keep a tight asshole (v.) under asshole, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 147: Sal, you’re scaring the bejesus out of me.at scare the bejazus out of (v.) under bejazus, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 251: I’ll kick the Jesus out of this whole platoon!at bejazus, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 260: Man, don’t be biting at me.at bite, v.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 250: Another blockbuster had turned part of the canal into a lake.at blockbuster, n.1
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 304: I’m nobody’s bonehead.at bonehead, n.1
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 148: I am a button on the tit of the world.at button, n.1
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 240: Cheese and crackers, it’s too misty to see anything.at cheese!, excl.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 241: Uphill too! Man, what kind of wild hair you got?at have hair on one’s chest (v.) under hair on one’s chest, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 276: Mission accomplished, so wipe that chickenshit off, Lieutenant.at chickenshit, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 80: It appears there’s insubordination among the noncoms themselves.at non-com, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 289: Let’s both cool off, Sal.at cool off, v.2
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 50: You said I was crapping you before, Hebe.at crap, v.2
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 79: There was a good many facts I understood before this here man come along and started hollering a whole crock of shit. [Ibid.] 277: You’re a crack in this whole crock of shit now.at crock of shit, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 50: It’s that cuckoo kid Atman.at cuckoo, adj.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 37: Get the hell out of here, you cunt-faced son of a bitch!at cuntfaced (adj.) under cuntface, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 266: I been over to Squadron and saw Churney, the Colonel’s dog-robber.at dog-robber, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 269: He wore only combat boots and the dogtags that identified him.at dog tag (n.) under dog, n.2
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 115: ‘Tuned in on the radio [...] Axis Sally was talking one of her dry humps at us.’ ‘Shit,’ Gingold said. ‘Exactly what I mean. She wants us to grab our spouts and forget the Krauts.’.at dry hump, n.
(con. 1940s) Wax Boom 17: We’re going in like a shiteating regiment.at shit-eating, adj.
Wax Boom 12: Old Man fingers this platoon because we got Proctor.at finger, v.
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