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Secret of Fire Five 146: He’s Steicher’s biggest ass-lick, but not a bad guy when you can get him alone.at arse lick, n.
Secret of Fire Five 146: He’s Steicher’s biggest ass-lick, but not a bad guy when you can get him alone. Secret of Fire Five 43: I’m taking your basic chink menu.at Chink, adj.
Secret of Fire Five 78: We—were—cut—off! Fuck! Shit! Fuckshit!at fuckshit! (excl.) under fuck!, excl.
Secret of Fire Five 43: Plummer’s specialty is ginch, not food. ‘One of the department’s finest hosemen,’ his F.D. biography says.at ginch, n.
Secret of Fire Five 43: At first the rest of the guys were in hog heaven.at hog heaven (n.) under hog, n.
Secret of Fire Five 43: Plummer’s specialty is ginch, not food. ‘One of the department’s finest hosemen,’ his F.D. biography says.at hoseman (n.) under hose, n.1
Secret of Fire Five 81: Once a month we all go out and chase laundry.at laundry, n.
Secret of Fire Five 29: Plummer put a sticker on his bumper, support gay lib.at lib, n.2
Secret of Fire Five 29: I was lushing it up after the divorce.at lush (it) up (v.) under lush, v.
Secret of Fire Five 29: That new chief, he’s whacked out, he’s psycho.at whacked out, adj.
Secret of Fire Five 25: ‘How old’s that midget scumsucker?’ Mike Mustache says.at scumsucker (n.) under scum, n.
Secret of Fire Five 49: She waddles into the bedroom and comes back wrapped [...] in an oversized shimmy-sham.at shimmy, n.1
Secret of Fire Five 57: Forty-two years old, married twice, wears a teentsy-weentsy ribbon in her hair.at teensie-weensie, adj.
Secret of Fire Five 49: The lady [...] lets out a shriek and lifts one kneecap over her private parts and her arms over her big tickets.at ticket, n.2
Secret of Fire Five 67: ‘Suicide?’ I says without thinking. ‘No,’ the housewatchman says. ‘Torched.’.at torched, adj.
Secret of Fire Five 43: Plummer got a wild hair that he was some kind of gourmet chef, and damn near poisoned us.at wild hair (n.) under wild, adj.
Secret of Fire Five 146: ‘Hold it, Ax,’ I says. ‘They’re only zinging you.’.at zing, v.
Secret Five 60: Fo’ shizzle ma nizzle. Rispect! Mega so squingy, bro, fo’ sho! Innit? Ran-dom!at fo’ sho!, excl.
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