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Custody 212: ‘Musta been a fuckin’ bomber,’ she smiled, referring to the lude.at bomber, n.1
Custody 212: ‘Musta been a fuckin’ bomber,’ she smiled, referring to the lude. Custody 38: Her sheer satin blouse hid her bombers about like a parachute draped over two ICBMs.at bombers, n.
Custody 232: We ever burned you before?at burn, v.
Custody 289: I’m not going to Dr. Stafford, or any other head-tripper!at head-tripper, n.
Custody 283: I want you, mentally, to turn off your hearing aid and zip up your mouth.at zip one’s lip, v.
Custody 61: He’s a loadie, and he’ll want to score.at loadie, n.
Custody 289: ‘You’ll have to call your probation officer and let him know you didn’t keep your appointment,’ I said [...] ‘Sure. Call the pig and narc on myself. You must have broken tools in your garage,’ she sneered.at narc, v.
Custody 283: Whenever Sabina starts nicking at you because she doesn’t feel good about herself [...] I want you, mentally, to turn offf your hearing aid.at nick, v.1
Custody 279: When someone throws that kind of slop around, they don’t feel very good about themselves.at slop, n.1
Custody 95: She separated the snipes from the other stuff.at snipe, n.1
Custody 279: If you didn’t have such hot pants, weren’t such a slick swinger chasing everything in a skirt, your family would still be together.at swinger, n.3
Custody 289: ‘Sure. Call the pig and narc on myself. You must have broken tools in your garage,’ she sneered.at have broken tools in one’s garage (v.) under tool, n.1
Custody Foreword: So you give us ’zines to help us face up.at ’zine, n.
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