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Lush 91: Even think about stealing on me, I be all over you like drool on a baby.at all over, adj.2
Lush 91: Even think about stealing on me, I be all over you like drool on a baby. Lush 61: It’s got you [...] You gotta shake the fuckin’ monkey off your back and kill the sucker.at monkey on one’s back, n.
Lush 45: ‘First one’s always a bear,’ Hector said. ‘Give it two or three, then it’ll grip you good.’.at bear, n.
Lush 52: How do you like them apples, Mr Boola Boola?at boola-boola, n.
Lush 53: He sucked his cud and thought of something to say.at chew the cud, v.
Lush 113: ‘You say it’s because we’re . . . we’re—’ ‘An Oreo cookie. You are a white, a card-carrying member of the master race and I am of the Negro persuasion.’.at Oreo (cookie), n.
Lush 110: By now she’d be one more Jane Doe rotting in a potter’s field somewhere.at Jane Doe, n.
Lush 105: This isn’t sex, dopey. It’s friendship.at dopey, n.3
Lush 111: He can mess her up something fierce.at fierce, adv.
Lush 116: She smiled and stamped her foot and gave herself a highfive.at high five, n.1
Lush 56: Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Fastest high I ever had in my life. Up the gee-gee, in the bloodstream . . . liftoff!at gee-gee, n.1
Lush 116: Nowadays, guys did it to guys, girls did it to girls [...] deacons socked it to choir boys.at sock it to, v.
Lush 45: Ever been in a joint before? [...] Gotta beat jail, though. Gotta be a cruise [...] And when you get out, just be careful where you go boozing.at joint, n.
Lush 84: Heroin withdrawal. There’s good jones, when you just sort of feel like shit for a while, and bad jones, when you get the shakes and the shivers and the sweats and the pukes and cramps like you can’t believe.at jones, n.1
Lush 45: He refused to say the word ‘alcoholic.’ Or ‘rummy.’ Or ‘lush.’ [...] ‘Juicer,’ he said.at juicer, n.
Lush 78: You’ve found yourself a nookie farm.at nookie house (n.) under nookie, n.
Lush 36: You feel like a sack of wet turtle turds now, but believe me, when you get out of here, you’ll feel like the prince of fuckin’ peace.at sack of shit, n.
Lush 90: ‘Ratshit,’ said Crosby. ‘I can’t hit dick left-handed.’.at ratshit!, excl.
Lush 38: ‘Don’t ‘baby’ me, scuzzball!’ She kicked the man in the stomach.at scuzzball (n.) under scuzz, n.
Lush 39: This smokey pulls me over, and he does a double take when he sees this rabbit driving a BMW.at smoky, n.
Lush 65: Help! [...] The guy’s flipped his wig.at flip one’s wig (v.) under wig, n.2
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