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[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 298: Cop a walk, kid!
at cop a walk (v.) under cop a..., v.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 67: I don’t give a good doggone if they mail him parcel post if it brings us good business.
at not give a good goddam, v.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 144: What the hell were you doin, Miss Frosty Pants, while I was coppin that old fart’s joint?
at cop a joint (v.) under cop a..., v.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 294: Reg’lar little alligator, ain’t he?
at alligator, n.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 316: ‘I’ll throb his dang knob.’ ‘Yeah? You and whose army?’.
at you and whose army?, phr.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 118: I’m no nickel-and-dime dolly. Gimme a fifty, you crumb, for the powder room.
at nickel-and-dime, adj.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 483: We’re an up and up place. The citizens know we’re here and consider us a public service.
at up and up, adj.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 171: I knew that if fatass could get his gun out of the cash register he might of hurt somebody.
at fat-arse, n.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 15: What did that hot-assed little bitch know?
at hot-arsed, adj.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 108: You can only mend so much, then its a raggedy-assed show from top to bottom.
at ragged-arsed, adj.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 405: She was happy as a clam.
at ...a clam under happy as..., adj.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 213: If they have a world’s championship [...] and a nigger black as Natoby’s ass takes the cake in them all, I don’t count it as skin off mine.
at black as..., adj.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 187: They’ll lock his crazy ass up one of these days, talking like that.
at crazy-ass, n.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 476: You get your ass in a house where you can be checked or you haul ass out of town.
at haul ass, v.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 66: We don’t need to cater to such a lot of ass kissers, ignorant goody-goodies, and chumps. Good riddance!
at ass-kisser, n.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 44: Not when you’re too drunk and sick the next day to go to work. [...] You’ve been hotassing it around so much you ain’t been worth beans at the place.
at hot ass, v.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 77: Yeow, if you want some scabby bag. I’m talking about a baby! Only nineteen. Looks like a college girl. White as plaster. Purely blond. Pud on her like a peach.
at baby, n.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 487: Maybe he’s goin to come on like the way he does until we can’t take it no more, snatch him bald, and rub his nose in it.
at snatch bald-headed (v.) under bald-headed, adv.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 170: She was banging his ear a mile a minute.
at bang (someone’s) ear (v.) under bang, v.1
[US] (con. 1920s) E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 173: Barnstormers, air circuses, wing-walkers, parachutists.
at barnstormer, n.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 35: But suggesting something like that with a straight face, he had to be loose in the canoodle.
at loose in the bean (adj.) under bean, n.1
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 118: ‘Then will you make me a beanie when you come home?’ [...] He had been after his granddad to make him a slingshot for days.
at beanie, n.1
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 319: Come back later and you and your mama can go beddy-bye together.
at beddy-bye, n.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 285: He came down, splat, in a belly-buster on the ground. He was winded.
at belly-buster (n.) under belly, n.
[US] E. Thompson A Garden of Sand (1981) 261: ‘Lousy bullbitch!’ his mother muttered.
at bull bitch, n.1
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 82: Five bucks a hole. Twenty, blow your skull.
at blow someone’s head, v.2
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 537: One more thing today and I’d just blow my cork!
at blow one’s cork (v.) under blow, v.2
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 53: He curled in a ball holding his head with both hands, howling blue murder.
at blue murder, n.
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 351: A pair of bell-bottom blues on a stiffly grinning landlubbery mannequin.
at blues, n.2
[US] E. Thompson Garden of Sand (1981) 129: They ate all the ribs they could hold, washed down with boilermakers.
at boilermaker (n.) under boiler, n.1
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