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My Main Mother 48: You’re my main man, you’re my ace boon coon.at ace boon coon, n.
My Main Mother 48: You’re my main man, you’re my ace boon coon. My Main Mother 132: Look at you! Driving an old raggedy-ass station wagon.at ragged-arsed, adj.
My Main Mother 148: That funny-assed way you talk.at -assed, sfx
My Main Mother 147: You bloods got any bread?at blood, n.2
My Main Mother 176: Didn’t I bop around the school halls like I owned them?at bop around (v.) under bop, v.
My Main Mother 146: Walking abreast but moving around [...] Leaning to one side and swinging one arm, the other in their pockets. I mean, bopping.at bop, v.
My Main Mother 68: You call us down for no reason.at call down, v.
My Main Mother 126: I’m thirty-six years old you know. I’m no young chippy.at chippie, n.2
My Main Mother 99: I’m gonna really do a job on you, Mitchell, I’m gonna cream you.at cream, v.
My Main Mother 39: Hot diggity. Sakes and shakes, pow-wow coon box and lickerty rickerty split for hearts and dales hooray.at hot diggety (dog)!, excl.
My Main Mother 178: Mitchell, you’re a killer-diller, honey, I swear.at killer-diller, n.1
My Main Mother 35: You gonna show us some stuff? You gonna get down, or what, my man?at get down, v.2
My Main Mother 120: We dump this place for the Apple.at dump, v.
My Main Mother 15: I nodded and went straight to bed [...] I had trouble kiffing off. The Zs just wouldn’t come.at kiff off, v.
My Main Mother 103: On to the nitty gritty [...] We’re shifting some well-oiled gears now, we’re ready to motor, jim. Ready to hear about Jeff?at motor, v.
My Main Mother 147: Where you muh fuhs from? [Ibid.] 148: We’re badder than all of those jivetime, pussy muh fuhs.at muhfuh, n.
My Main Mother 116: That nasty-assed dog has been farting here all night.at nasty-ass (adj.) under nasty, adj.
My Main Mother 148: You jivetime, old-assed motherfucker, you talk like them social workers.at old-ass (adj.) under old, adj.
My Main Mother 35: He poops out early, gets tired very quickly.at poop out, v.
My Main Mother 148: You talk like them social workers [...] You better get hip, and stop talking like them paddy boys.at Paddy, n.
My Main Mother 134: Ten papers, ten greenbacks, brother [...] You wanna cop?at paper, n.
My Main Mother 132: Look at you! Driving an old raggedy-ass station wagon [...] Now, get this trap out of here!at rattletrap, n.
My Main Mother 9: The bad sheen parked next to Uncle’s station wagon.at sheen, n.2
My Main Mother 148: You cats could be from Brooklyn, and shit, except for that funny-assed way you talk. You splids sound like the British are coming, and shit.at and shit under shit, n.
My Main Mother 148: That job shit you talking don’t make no sense.at shit, n.
My Main Mother 9: Big Larson, waving his ten-gallon sky back and forth in front of his highyellow face.at sky, n.1
My Main Mother 148: You cats could be from Brooklyn, and shit, except for that funny-assed way you talk. You splids sound like the British are coming, and shit.at splib, n.
My Main Mother 176: The morning I was to stash out for Rhode Island was too chilly.at stash, v.2
My Main Mother 132: Look at you! Driving an old raggedy-ass station wagon [...] Now, get this trap out of here!at trap, n.2
My Main Mother 60: ‘Beautiful,’ said Julius. ‘Uptight, beautiful.’ [Ibid.] 126: Don’t worry [...] Julius has got things uptight.at uptight, adj.3
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