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(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 77: Our manoeuvres were pure hell – ‘total aggs’, as the phrase went.at aggs, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 77: Our manoeuvres were pure hell – ‘total aggs’, as the phrase went. (con. WWII) Soldier Erect 51: I’ll fling you in the fucking ditch [...] if you don’t shut your arse!at shut one’s arse/ass (up) under arse, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 34: He doesn’t know whether his arsehole’s drilled, bored, or countersunk.at not know if one’s arsehole is bored or punched (v.) under arsehole, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 35: Kids [...] still working on squeezing one last baksheesh from us.at baksheesh, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 251: My ballbag was a little hard wrinkled thing.at ball-bag (n.) under balls, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 87: Your sergeant’s got more balls than brains, if you ask me.at his balls are bigger than his brains under balls, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 84: Looking down at my cock, I took heart [...] At least I could bash it fervently and privately under water.at bash, v.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 74: Our mess was just a big native basha, a rattan-screen affair with a roof attached with palm-leaves.at basher, n.2
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 77: Another bastarding night march tonight.at bastarding (adj.) under bastard, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 43: You lot want to bolo the bhat a thora, you do!at bat, n.4
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 93: Hello, Stubby [...] How’s your belly off for spots?at how’s your belly? under belly, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 107: I have to keep on bashing my bishop [...] It’s twitching in my pants. [Ibid.] 156: A hell of a lot too much bishop-bashing.at bang one’s bishop (v.) under bishop, n.2
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 10: One spent one’s whole leave yarking it up some willing bit of stuff.at bit of stuff, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 42: All the kit with which we had been equipped before leaving Blighty had to be turned in. [Ibid.] 191: He’d have every malaria case shipped home to the Blight!at Blighty, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 132: She was good enough for a blow-through.at blow-through, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 42: Many of the bods wandered back to the barrack-room.at bod, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 107: Have you ever seen a woman in the nude [...] stark bolluck-naked?at stark bollock naked, adj.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 43: You lot want to bolo the bhat a thora, you do!at bolo, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 116: We’ll have a bit of a booze [...] then drop in on this knocking shop.at booze, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 79: You want to use your bloody loaf [...] or we’ll never win the war the way you’re carrying on .at use one’s loaf (v.) under loaf (of bread), n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 52: Alice Faye’s lovely, built like a brick shithouse!at built like a brick shithouse (adj.) under built, adj.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 73: Exhortations from the sergeants to show bags of bull as we approached the town.at bull, n.6
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 31: Heyes front! Bags of bullshit! Show these bloody Wogs they’ve got the Mendips here!at bullshit, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 53: My regret was that I had not given Wally a bunch of fives in the mush.at bunch of fives, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 183: I limped into the mess tent just in time to get the last cold ladleful of bergoo.at burgoo, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 34: Tea-vendors [...] uttering that endless melancholy cry, ‘Chaeeeeee wallow’.at cha, n.1
Soldier Erect 251: Of course we were lugging our ammo, machine-guns, mortars, and the whole subcheeze with us.at sub-cheese, n.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 91: How’d you like your mates to know that the great right-winger Stubbs chickened out of screwing a bibi at the last minute.at chicken (out), v.
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 117: How much do you reckon they’ll [i.e. whores] charge [...] Will it be more than five chips?at chip, n.2
(con. WWII) Soldier Erect 87: ‘You’re looking proper brassed off, mucker, isn’t he, Taffy?’ ‘Proper chokka.’.at chokka, adj.
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