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(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 96: Then he knifed her. She didn’t press charges. What a ding-a-ling!at ding-a-ling, n.1
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 96: Then he knifed her. She didn’t press charges. What a ding-a-ling! (con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 177: He’s an animal.at animal, n.1
(con. 1956) My Secret Hist. (1990) 66: He’s apeshit.at apeshit, adj.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 175: And you take it up the ass.at take it up the arse under arse, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 177: So long. Dead Ass.at dead ass, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 111: You and your friends will never get piles, because you’re perfect assholes.at asshole, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 96: It’s a ragbag [...] Some of it is kind of cute.at rag bag, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 126: They don’t want a banana, man. They want class.at banana, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 175: I got a broad in Orient Heights begging me for it.at begging for it, adj.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 174: Parent and I have real money – big bucks.at big bucks, n.
(con. 1956) My Secret Hist. (1990) 66: I’m bombing up Brookview to the church, thinking I’m going to be late.at bomb, v.1
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 175: Give me a match, shit-for-brains.at shit-for-brains, n.
(con. 1956) My Secret Hist. (1990) 51: Are you sure that’s bug juice?at bug juice (n.) under bug, n.4
(con. 1984) My Secret Hist. (1990) 484: The car was buggered and wouldn’t start.at buggered, adj.2
(con. 1964) My Secret Hist. (1990) 250: Miss Natwick saw me dealing with the papers. She said ‘Bumf!’.at bumf, n.
(con. 1964) My Secret Hist. (1990) 250: She said, ‘Bumf!’ [...] ‘Bum fodder,’ she explained in her Rhodesian snarl.at bumf, n.
(con. 1968) My Secret Hist. (1990) 337: ‘Christ on a bike!’ Potter cried.at Christ on a bike! (excl.) under Christ, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 165: If I decked him there were witnesses.at deck, v.2
(con. 1968) My Secret Hist. (1990) 286: We’re going to have a huge demo in Grosvenor Square.at demo, n.1
(con. 1956) My Secret Hist. (1990) 7: Chicky [...] made a face that said, ‘Who’s this dink?’.at dink, n.2
(con. 1968) My Secret Hist. (1990) 336: Don’t make a pig’s breakfast of it.at dog’s dinner, n.
(con. 1984) My Secret Hist. (1990) 513: I think we’ve absolutely done Agra.at do, v.2
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 175: ‘Give me a match, shit-for-brains.’ ‘Your face and my ass,’ Larry said, and punched him on the arm.at your face and my ass! (excl.) under face, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 110: I think he’s a feeb.at feeb, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 105: I pulled my cap over my eyes and muttered, ‘Fuck you, Jack.’.at fuck you, Jack(, I’m all right!) (excl.) under fuck you!, excl.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 174: ‘I’m hep,’ the fuck-stick says. Vinny, you are such a loser.at fuckstick (n.) under fuck, n.
(con. 1984) My Secret Hist. (1990) 444: A cube of dry cake. ‘Garbage,’ Eden said.at garbage, n.
(con. 1960) My Secret Hist. (1990) 177: Just stay here until it gets dark. Then get some ginch.at ginch, n.
(con. 1964) My Secret Hist. (1990) 217: Some Africans [...] who refused to flush toilet paper down the hopper.at hopper, n.1
(con. 1984) My Secret Hist. (1990) 467: I like roughing it.at rough it, v.
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