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Dark Sea Running 72: He was a Kyke and this was his way to get back for all those Nazi concentration
camps.at kike, n.
Dark Sea Running 72: He was a Kyke and this was his way to get back for all those Nazi concentration
camps. (con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 213: He was a travelling secretary to a big mucky-muck in the Episcopal Church!at muck-a-muck, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 149: Look lively, you dead-asses.at dead ass, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 97: If you drag ass on this job the lines will bury you.at drag ass, v.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 212: You’ve been playing grab-ass with the Legion wives.at play (at)..., v.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 114: That big bazoo of yours is griping all the time.at bazoo, n.1
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 161: I hollered, ‘You want a scabbed beak...?’.at beak, n.2
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 216: I guess I’m no phonier than half the other Bible-punchers around here.at bible-puncher (n.) under bible, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 216: I’m just an ordinary little dope [...] I loved the big number who ditched me.at big number, n.2
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 35: ‘We’re having a bloody argument,’ she said. ‘This bilge-lizard is trying to lower my price.’.at bilge artist (n.) under bilge, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 33: He put up with that other blow-hole, Army Lieutenant Drupp.at blowhole, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 12: Don’t buddy-buddy with the navy gunners.at buddy-buddy, v.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 21: The bug-doctor is gonna drop a net on you, dopey bastard.at bug doctor (n.) under bug, n.4
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 28: She was a lovely woman [...] And I had been buried in her for three hours the night before.at bury (it) (v.) under bury, v.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 189: We didn’t need no two-bit philosophers to chew on it.at chew (it) over (v.) under chew, v.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 155: Knock off the chin-music, Navy.at chin music, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 96: The Old Man was one of them holy-christers.at Christer, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 77: I’ll be a cock-knocker!at cock-knocker (n.) under cock, n.3
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 212: He was a large beefy man. He had been a fine cowpoke.at cowpoke (n.) under cow, n.1
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 175: Maybe the war was over for them swivel-chair cowboys in the Pentagon.at cowboy, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 186: I started getting pains in my groin. ‘Cupid’s measles,’ said the Steward.at Cupid’s measles (n.) under Cupid, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 20: How are your sea legs, Fat Stuff?at Fats, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 11: Don’t stand around like a flock of old whores at a fish fry. Move.at fish-fry (n.) under fish, n.1
(con. WWII) Dark Sea Running 11: A ship is full of machinery that can chop you in half if you frig around with it.at frig about (v.) under frig, v.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 29: One frogskin—let’s have it.at frogskin, n.1
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 158: See the strawberry blonde? She’s nice goods.at goods, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 12: That’s nothing to get all girly and goosey about.at goosey, adj.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 11: I’m your boss. When I blow my whistle [...] Move, grab me?at grab, v.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 196: You’re just a failure in the hay. You need monkey glands.at hay, n.
(con. 1940s) Dark Sea Running 38: Ever see a society broad that didn’t play horizontal polo?at horizontal dancing (n.) under horizontal, adj.
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