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(con. 1940s) Loner 123: This place would freeze the balls off a brass monkey!at cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey, phr.
(con. 1940s) Loner 123: This place would freeze the balls off a brass monkey! (con. 1930s) Loner 86: Reckoned it was as easy as falling off a log.at easy as falling off a log, adj.
(con. 1940s) Loner 134: That knocked Crawford’s arse in. He was on the point of blowing a gasket, but was forced to make like Noddy.at make like (a)..., v.
(con. 1940s) Loner 134: That knocked Crawford’s arse in. He was on the point of blowing a gasket, but was forced to make like Noddy. [Ibid.] 137: Most of the blokes here make out they’re looking forward to knocking Jerries’ arses in.at knock someone’s arse in under arse, n.
(con. 1940s) Loner 128: You’ll get sentenced as sure as God made little green apples.at sure as God made little (green) apples under sure as..., phr.
(con. 1930s) Loner 93: It’s just a bit of bark off.at bark, n.1
(con. 1930s) Loner 67: A hard-case bastard, that Whippet.at hard-case, adj.
(con. 1930s) Loner 21: ‘Duds on her like this.’ And he made a slow, curving motion with his hands.at duds, n.2
(con. 1940s) Loner 133: She said to tell you she’s up the duff to a Maori.at up the duff (adj.) under duff, n.3
(con. 1930s) Loner 39: It was so much easier to pay sixpence for a bottle of methylated spirits, commonly referred to as fong, drown your sorrows and lose yourself in a world of fantasy.at fong, n.1
(con. 1930s) Loner 97: I watched three strangers, two of them already half-fonged, heating methylated spirits in a pan.at fonged (up), adj.
(con. 1930s) Loner 44: Although relatively new to the ‘game’, she had met all sorts.at game, n.
(con. 1930s) Loner 37: Most of the Europeans were much more vocal [...] ‘Stick it up your arse’.at stick it up your arse! (excl.) under stick it!, excl.
(con. 1930s) Loner 35: Was real proud to be a Kiwi soldier in the war I was.at Kiwi, adj.
(con. 1930s) Loner 45: ‘She a moll,’ Mario insisted [...] ‘She make wida quid.’.at moll, n.
(con. 1930s) Loner 94: Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! Who’d have thought he had it in him?at I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! (excl.) under monkey’s uncle, n.
(con. 1940s) Loner 146: The provos zeroed in like hungry vultures. ‘You’re under arrest, Driscoll.’.at provo, n.
(con. 1930s) Loner 87: We’d better push on back to work before we’re missed.at push on (v.) under push, v.
(con. 1930s) Loner 30: ‘How are you, you rice-eating, slant-eyed bastard?’ the more ill-mannered customers would greet the Chinese in charge of gambling.at rice-eater (n.) under rice, n.
(con. 1930s) Loner 39: Standing by and laughing with the rest of them, I still could not but admire the Sallies.at Sally, n.
(con. 1930s) Loner 99: The bastards got real shitty.at shitty, adj.1
(con. 1940s) Loner 133: We never have anything to read, which I reckon is a bloody poor show.at show, n.
(con. 1930s) Loner 63: I want a shakedown [... I’m on the swag.at go on the swag (v.) under swag, n.1
(con. 1930s) Loner 59: The old swagger as we knew him would carry his swag [...] wandering from place to place scrounging a feed but generally willing to work for his keep.at swagger, n.
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