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(con. WWII) Deathmakers 291: You mucking-aye have spoken, Captain [...] I’ll drink to that.at fucking-A, adv.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 291: You mucking-aye have spoken, Captain [...] I’ll drink to that. (con. WWII) Deathmakers 216: He spends the rest of his life running around ass-backwards, until he finally disappears up his own asshole.at ass-backwards under ass, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 231: It looks like she took off like a big-assed bird.at big-ass, adj.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 105: Ah, you talk like a man with a paper asshole.at have a paper asshole (v.) under asshole, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 175: Now look, Grandpa [...] don’t get your balls in an uproar.at get one’s balls in an uproar (v.) under balls, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 126: ‘Where’s your assistant driver?’ [...] Ibretta looked over at the empty, open hatch. ‘Beats the shit out of me,’ he said.at beat the shit out of, v.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 211: What the blue blazes was that?at what the blue blazes! (excl.) under blue, adj.5
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 99: ‘That’s right, for the sport, Captain,’ she said [...] ‘To kill Boches.’.at Boche, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 191: ‘They could have made us a lot more nervous,’ Brandon said. ‘Yeah, but it’s going to be tough shit if just one of them gets a bug up his ass.’.at have a bug up one’s ass (v.) under bug, n.4
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 279: Slimy bastards [...] Put up white flags and then bushwack us.at bushwhack, v.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 287: The Colonel might [...] come up to him and chew his ass for not moving the column fast enough.at chew (on) someone’s ass (v.) under chew, v.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 197: She’s trigger-happy, and not from nerves. She gives me the chills.at chills, the, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 48: Old chow-hound Nicholson [...] He won’t be standing in any more chow lines for seconds.at chow hound (n.) under chow, n.1
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 111: Colonel Mullahy corked him hard, suddenly, on the arm and grinned.at cork, v.1
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 45: This ain’t softball, you know what I mean? That crap’s for the birds.at crap, n.1
Deathmakers 252: You had no right to come up here where they could crap you out.at crap out, v.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 198: I’d like to have a quick dip.at dip, n.2
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 111: You’re giving the krauts the drop on you.at drop, n.1
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 197: Cherney was again watching the German woman.‘Whoo-ee,’ Cherney said, ‘that is real eating pussy. Yes sir, I just think I would. Yes, sir, a man wouldn’t mind a little hair in his teeth for a piece of that.’.at eat pussy (v.) under eat, v.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 196: Halvorson gives her this shit-eating grin.at shit-eating grin, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 175: I’ll call it a fair shake. You can’t con me.at fair shake, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 46: Jesus Christ, frit [...] This is a war, frit, you know what I mean? You can’t brown-nose your way out of everything.at frit, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 111: And now, Captain [...] get your ass in gear and go kill some people.at get one’s ass in gear (v.) under gear, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 45: We gut-shot the muckers.at gut-shoot (v.) under gut, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 54: You mean right now. Well, pardon me all to hell, old chap.at all to hell under hell, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 125: We’ve got to horse these logs off the road.at horse, v.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 215: That’s why I emphasized the issue before we made the jump-off.at jump-off, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 44: You black mucking bastard, Chico, we thought you’d joined up with the mucking krautheads.at krauthead (n.) under kraut, n.
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 109: Think of how they would have mucked your mother and cut your heart out.at muck, v.2
(con. WWII) Deathmakers 46: What the muck are you going to do after the mucking war?at muck, n.3
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