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(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 218: Raggedy-assed fucking way to run a war, if you ask me.at ragged-arsed, adj.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 218: Raggedy-assed fucking way to run a war, if you ask me. (con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 70: I very, very good. Numbah one hot pussy. You want fuck? My ass like a machine.at ass, n.
(con. 1969) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 271: All those candy-assed engineers got me here after all.at candy-assed, adj.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 48: I’d sure like to play carnival with her.at play carnival (v.) under play (at)..., v.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 64: People talk a lot of trash about Charlie [Viet Cong]. Well, let me tell you [...] He’s bad. But we’re badder.at bad, adj.
(con. 1969) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 271: Well, I’ll be dipped in shit.at well, I’ll be dipped in shit!, excl.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 177: Don’t make no difference whether she’s fat or ugly [...] When beaver’s scarce, them that are carrying the pelts sets the price.at beaver, n.1
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 106: You bet your sweet bippy.at bippy, n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 8: They accused me of diddly bopping. [Ibid.] 9: Sergeants treat diddly bopping as a moral flaw.at diddy-bopping, n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 243: You’ll know this buckaroo caught himself the frostbite in this tropical fuckin’ country.at buckaroo, n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 49: I’d be on her case like a duck on a June bug.at on someone’s case under case, n.1
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 20: Blowed him off a balcony in a cheap-ass hotel in Memphis.at cheap-ass (adj.) under cheap, adj.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 22: They go calling me Oreo and cutting my black ass to see how white I am inside.at Oreo (cookie), n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 260: ‘You was there!’ ‘Damn straight.’.at damn straight! (excl.) under damn, adv.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 242: I didn’t diddle around with the local stuff. [...] I’m as clean as a boiled rat.at diddle, v.1
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 22: You be wearing you dog tags then, Sampson. Just so’s we can identify the body.at dog tag (n.) under dog, n.2
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 104: Garrison duty’s a drag. Nothing to do but dope.at dope, v.3
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 24: Toss it out in front of yourself, dufous, so’s you don’t get shot, too.at dufus, n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 30: You dofous mothers.at dufus, adj.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 268: Those dumb shit enlisted men never listen to a thing you say.at dumbshit, adj.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 258: Okay, been to Nam. Shit, you didn’t flunk out, did you?at flunk, v.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 157: Calvin paid with orange paper. Military payment certificates. The army wouldn’t give us greenbacks.at greenback, n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 258: Jeeze, what happened to your leg?at jeez!, excl.
(con. 1969) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 264: When I was a kid, the funniest stories I ever heard were told by survivors of a Stalag. Real knee slappers.at knee-slapper (n.) under knee, n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 20: Move, honky. I’m relieving you out here. Get in the mofo truck [...] Shee-it, mofo. You mofo lucky they sent me along.at mofo, adj.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 20: Get your white ass in the truck, mofo.at mofo, n.
Where the Rivers Ran Backward 20: ‘Shee-it, mofo. You mofo lucky they sent me along.’ [...] It wasn’t till I saw Green the next morning that I knew we were still friends.at mofo, n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 218: Shee-it. We be sending those mofo cameras and those monkey-assed earphones.at monkey-ass(ed) (adj.) under monkey, n.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 218: Mother Fuck. We oughta just split.at motherfuck!, excl.
(con. 1968) Where the Rivers Ran Backward 242: I didn’t diddle around with the local stuff. Didn’t even punch on any doughnut dollies. I’m as clean as a boiled rat.at punch, v.
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