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Bruiser 219: I remember lookin’ at him, and me drunk as an owl on sacred wine.at drunk as a boiled owl, adj.
Bruiser 219: I remember lookin’ at him, and me drunk as an owl on sacred wine. Bruiser 196: He was a broth of a boy – weak as water and strong as a broken dam.at broth of a boy, n.
Bruiser 35: A gut who can tear Maley to pieces is aces up with me.at aces, adj.
Bruiser 137: They were the familiar ‘bindle stiffs’ or men who carried bundles in a wandering world.at bindle stiff (n.) under bindle, n.
Bruiser 165: He [...] sent for Blinky Miller, who was now blind in one eye.at blink, n.1
Bruiser 68: There ain’t nobody knockin’ this bozo out of the ring.at bozo, n.1
Bruiser 115: ‘He’s been fightin’ too often,’ said Silent Tim, ‘I’ll give him a rest.’ [...] ‘He’s not burnt out, I hope.’.at burned out, adj.1
Bruiser 55: I think we’d better bust up.at bust up, v.
Bruiser 29: Cut me in on another hundred of that – and another century that if there’s a knockout Rory here’ll land it.at century, n.
Bruiser 146: The cinch bug, the Hessian fly, the locust of old, he fought all in turn.at chinch, n.1
Bruiser 38: I’m clean as a whistle – bet my whole end of the purse.at clean, adj.
Bruiser 69: Maybe he got him cold.at cold, adv.
Bruiser 105: Silvers couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.at couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag under couldn’t..., phr.
Bruiser 214: If they crack a suit, he’ll lose to Sully – he’s that high geared.at crack, v.3
Bruiser 253: A chance – for cripes sake – he’d have a chance with a cyclone.at for cripes’ sake!, excl.
Bruiser 168: When Shane answered the gong for the seventh, Tim whispered to Blinky, ‘It’s a cross’.at cross, n.1
Bruiser 29: Cut me in on another hundred of that.at cut in, v.
Bruiser 39: He’s a dead right kid – got all the right instincts.at dead-right (adj.) under dead, adv.
Bruiser 44: He put the double-o on me.at double-O, n.2
Bruiser 27: On an ‘off night’ a champion might lose to a dub.at dub, n.5
Bruiser 104: I’ll take him on right now [...] Them big yaps are duck soup for me.at duck soup, n.
Bruiser 170: There’s more floozies in this town than cattle in the stockyard.at floozy, n.
Bruiser 37: He’s a fox – lot of brains.at fox, n.1
Bruiser 235: I want five Gs in the referee’s pool.at G, n.
Bruiser 155: She died quick of gallopin’ consumption.at galloping, adj.
Bruiser 121: I put you on the grease a little in my story [...] I made you a great guy, Shane.at grease, n.1
Bruiser 107: A slap-happy bum.at slap-happy, adj.
Bruiser 108: Bless his Hebe heart.at hebe, adj.
Bruiser 109: You’re over the hill now, me boy.at over the hill under hill, n.
Bruiser 60: Well, I’m your huckleberry, Mr. Haney.at huckleberry, n.
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