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[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 319: With such an ass-end, I thought, no wonder Josef’s keeping away. He didn’t like scrawny women but there was a limit in the other direction.
at arse-end, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 201: There I am, in the Grade Six class pictures, smiling broadly. Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy.
at ...a clam under happy as..., adj.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 258: We thought we were the cat’s ass. I see kids that age now and I think: brats!
at cat’s ass, n.1
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 92: That means big bazooms. Look at this – cup sizes! Like teacups!
at bazoom, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 178: She’s crazy [...] She should be in a bin.
at bin, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 208: They [girls] can be brains and sucks and brown-nosers, like boys, if they are thought to study too much.
at brain, n.1
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 209: They call eggs eggie-poos, and breakfast brekkers.
at brekker, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 208: They [girls] can be brains and sucks and brown-nosers, like boys, if they are thought to study too much.
at brown-noser, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 93: Cordelia, why don’t you and your little friends bug off.
at bug off, v.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 209: They [...] smoke cigarettes. They call them ciggie-poos.
at cigaboo, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 215: His scorn for boys who give a hoot about how they look is devastating. He calls them fruity clothes-horses.
at clotheshorse, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 208: Girls can be tough, stuck-up or cheap, mousy or boy-crazy.
at -crazy, sfx
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 235: Cordelia says, ‘That Gregory! What a hunk,’ and I say, ‘Of cheese.’ Cordelia gives me a hurt look. ‘I think he’s a doll.’.
at doll, n.1
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 207: Don’t you think he’s a dreamboat?
at dreamboat, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 278: The beer parlours are divided into two sections. The Men Only sections are where the rowdy drunks and rubby-dubs hang out.
at rubby-dub, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 280: ‘It sucks,’ they say, or very occasionally, ‘fan-fuckin’-tastic.’.
at fanfuckingtastic, adj.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 209: She goes to frat parties.
at frat, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 405: Now I can see myself, through these painted eyes [...] a frazzle-headed ragamuffin from heaven knows where, a gypsy practically.
at frazzle-headed (adj.) under frazzle, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 388: The air-conditioning is on the fritz and the air on the plane is overheated.
at on the fritz (adj.) under fritz, n.2
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 307: They might think I’m a fruit or something.
at fruit, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 215: His scorn for boys who give a hoot about how they look is devastating. He calls them fruity clothes-horses.
at fruity, adj.3
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 374: People [...] who fry their brains with drugs, who slip off the rails.
at fry, v.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 357: ‘Great flaming blue-headed balls of Jesus,’ she says.
at great balls of fire! (excl.) under great...!, excl.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 230: What colour is their underwear? Grunt colour.
at grunt, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 354: There’s something titillating about it [...] Henfighting, it’s called.
at hen fight (n.) under hen, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 349: Hooch and eats are Jody’s words. We get Canadian wine in gallon jugs.
at hooch, n.1
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 235: That Gregory! What a hunk.
at hunk, n.1
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 403: I could jazz myself up somehow. I ought to have some dangly earrings.
at jazz up (v.) under jazz, v.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 134: ‘Jews are kikes,’ says Carol [...] Don’t be vulgar,’ says Cordelia, in her adult voice. ‘Kike is not a word we use.’.
at kike, n.
[Can] M. Atwood Cat’s Eye (1989) 235: I have developed a searing contempt for gushiness and schmaltz. Frank Sinatra is the Singing Marshmallow.
at marshmallow, n.
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