1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 25: Why he’s drunk as a hoot-owl.at drunk as a boiled owl, adj.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 39: Jim chug-a-lugged, picked up his knapsack and followed the sailor out of the bar.at chug-a-lug, v.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 39: ‘Here,’ he threw a bill on the counter, ‘shove that in your hole.’.at shove it up your arse!, excl.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 108: Man, it’s cold as a witch’s behind outside.at ...a witch’s tit under cold as..., adj.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 95: It’s Ashcan Annie, the crackpot millionaire!at ashcan, n.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 58: SP’s’ll have my ass for sure.at have someone’s ass under ass, n.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 94: Them fatass cops don’t go nowhere a car don’t go.at fat-ass, adj.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 166: Man, don’t sit next to me if you’re gonna start playing with yourself again.at play with oneself (v.) under play (at)..., v.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 95: ‘Ay, it’s you little blygarts!’ croaked a woman’s voice.at blagger (n.) under blag, v.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 109: Watch it, blueboy. You coppers think you can get everything for nothing.at blue boy, n.2
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 133: Talks nonsense. Sounds like the sun fried his brainpan.at brainpan (n.) under brain, n.1
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 9: Buddy, we don’t know nothing about this burg.at burg, n.1
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 27: I’m tired of the whole monkey business.at monkey business, n.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 139: Whyn’a hell don’t you smoke an American butt?at butt, n.1
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 163: Take a swig of the bottle, Gyp, and button up.at button up (v.) under button, v.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 106: They chased us to the bridge. We gave them the buzz.at give someone the buzz (v.) under buzz, n.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 50: You git in the calaboose down here, buddy, you just rot.at calaboose, n.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 112: How ’bout a fifth of my blood for a chaser?at chaser, n.1
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 8: C’mon, soldier, this is where you check out.at check out, v.1
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 58: Them goddamn Mex’s is all chicken shit.at chickenshit, adj.
1966 M. Rumaker Exit 3 and Other Stories 44: Come on, let’s get the hell outa this clip joint.at clip-joint, n.