1973 R. Roth Sand in the Wind 42: And we had these ass-busting working parties every fucking day.at ass-busting, adj.
1973 R. Roth Sand in the Wind 226: ‘What is it?’ ‘Cough syrup with speed in it.’ [...] 228: It’s the moon juice.at moon juice (n.) under moon, n.
1973 R. Roth Sand in the Wind 21: ‘Who’s Childs?’ ‘Just the skatingest mother fucker in the Marine Corps. He spends more time in the rear than the office poags.’ [Ibid.] 222: I thought you got a real skating job.at skating, adj.
1973 R. Roth Sand in the Wind 108: Fag, if I ever catch you eyeballing me again, I'm gonna gouge your eye out and skull fuck you!at skull fuck (v.) under skull, n.1