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[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 192: Powdered, perfumed and rouged men strolled among the benches and occasionally accosted a bum [...] They addressed one another as ‘Agnes,’ ‘Gertrude,’ or some other feminine name.
at agnes, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 14: It’s better to strike and lose like a man than to kiss the bosses’ fat rumps to hold a job.
at kiss someone’s arse, v.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 198: Boy, I met up with a hot baby!
at hot baby (n.) under baby, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 212: ‘Bellies to the bar!’ Jaspar whooped.
at belly up!, excl.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 273: This will hurt like billy hell.
at like billy-o (adv.) under billy-o, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 185: Don’t like to hear such bla’guardin’ about a good Christian woman.
at blackguard, v.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 293: A blue gum nigger!
at blue gum(med), adj.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 188: I almost let the bromide about ‘two’s company, three’s a crowd’ slip out.
at bromide, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 182: What you crying for, bub?
at bub, n.3
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 150: We got to pay you to help bugger us!
at bugger, v.2
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 134: Tie that bull outside! That’s the kind of stuff that makes the grass grow green.
at tie that bull outside under bull, n.6
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 109: What’s chewin’ on you?
at chew on (v.) under chew, v.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 146: Nobody enjoys your company or your rag-chewin’.
at rag chewing, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 176: He caught a bad disease somewhere at his chippy-chasing.
at chippie-chasing (n.) under chippie, n.1
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 220: Let’s go over to Adolf’s and lap up a few cold ones.
at cold one, n.2
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 165: Took me a coon’s age t’ git on to it.
at coon’s age (n.) under coon, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 278: I’ll be cow-kicked if I waller in this mess another hour!
at I’ll be cow-kicked under cow, n.1
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 247: They got bellies wrinkled up like washboards, so’s they can’t cut the mustard on a sand hoggin’ job.
at cut the mustard, v.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 144: A fellow like Ed, who would show them a good time and raise the dickens.
at dickens, the, phr.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 269: Has to wear a didy like a baby.
at didies, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 293: You must be dippy, sure enough!
at dippy, adj.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 183: Now you bums unload out o’ there! Hit the dirt!
at hit the dirt (v.) under dirt, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 158: By doggies, he makes me tard, always chewin’ the rag.
at dog!, excl.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 288: Dog my cats, if she ain’t gittin’ so she’s as bad ’bout chewin’ the rag as poor Lena was.
at dog my cat(s)/doggone/hide/melts! (excl.) under dog, v.2
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 109: ‘Why the hell you eatin’ me up blood-raw all the time?’ Ed demanded [...] after a particularly vitriolic bawling-out.
at eat up, v.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 152: Lipkin felt ruefully of the goose egg on his head.
at goose egg, n.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 207: Give ’im the bum’s rush! Raus mitt ’im!
at raus mit ’em!, excl.
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 204: ‘Have you got any shut-eye here? Give me a pint,’ I said. I drank the pint in a few gulps. It was raw and vile.
at shut-eye, n.2
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 140: It ain’t my fault we ain’t got younguns, you little fizzle!
at fizzle, n.2
[US] J. Conroy Disinherited 242: Don’t try any monkeyshines. I’m on to you flivver tramps.
at flivver tramp (n.) under flivver, n.
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