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Lords of Discipline 221: ‘She’s got a set on her that could feed the city of Tokyo. Stacked like a brick shit house’.at stacked (up) like a brick shithouse (adj.) under stacked, adj.1
Lords of Discipline 221: ‘She’s got a set on her that could feed the city of Tokyo. Stacked like a brick shit house’. (con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 26: You don’t deserve anything nice until you learn to clean up your act.at clean up one’s act (v.) under act, n.
(con. 1963) Lords of Discipline 191: Where do you think you’re going, afterbirths?at afterbirth, n.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 24: He whispered, ‘Did you get any this summer, boy?’.at any, n.
(con. 1963) Lords of Discipline 178: Piss all over these tight-assed dicks.at tight-arsed, adj.
(con. 1967) Lords of Discipline 407: I’ve been as busy as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.at busy as a one-legged... (adj.) under busy as..., adj.
(con. 1963) Lords of Discipline 143: Put out for me, asswipe.at ass-wipe, n.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 93: The three seniors [...] screaming at me that they were going to jack it up my ass for interfering.at jack it up someone’s ass under ass, n.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline [ebook] We don’t kiss ass in this room [...] We kick ass instead. We kick ass and take names.at kick ass and take names (v.) under kick ass, v.
(con. 1967) Lords of Discipline 378: Man, we had a great night. A fabulous kiss-ass night.at kick-ass, adj.
(con. 1967) Lords of Discipline 410: Can you believe ol’ asshole-breath is going to be married Saturday?at asshole-breath (n.) under asshole, n.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 222: I’d love to play hide the sausage with that hot madonna.at play (a game of) hide the salami (v.) under play (at)..., v.
(con. 1967) Lords of Discipline 415: We just laid over fifty bananas on him.at banana, n.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 222: I’d love to stick a big, hot, hairy banana in that sweet piece of Italian poon-tang.at banana, n.
(con. 1967) Lords of Discipline 451: Beaver shot. Ten o’clock. Yellow dress.at beaver shot (n.) under beaver, n.1
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 229: It’s no one’s personal beeswax except my own.at beeswax, n.2
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 28: I’m listening to fat broads belting out dago songs.at belt out (v.) under belt, v.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 82: He panics, he flips out. He goes fucking bimbo.at bimbo, adj.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 270: They know that you’re bird-dogging Pearce for me?at bird dog, v.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 228: Every fat blivet I’ve ever met told me he had bad glands. Not one ever told me about stuffing too much chow into their fat blivet faces.at blivet, n.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 229: How many times did you say you blew her socks off?at blow the socks off, v.
(con. 1967) Lords of Discipline 380: I didn’t like oysters [...] But I acquired a taste for the little boogers.at booger, n.2
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 29: I’m going to [...] let y’all literati get in some chi-chi cultural chit-chat before dinner.at chee-chee, adj.
(con. 1963) Lords of Discipline 196: Pig had rated me number one [...] ‘Because you’ve got hair on your ass.’.at have hair on one’s chest (v.) under hair on one’s chest, n.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 93: Jeepers-creepers, you must be something very special.at jeepers creepers!, excl.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 91: Bawl, you fucking cunt-eyed baby.at cunt-eyed (adj.) under cunt, n.
(con. 1967) Lords of Discipline 457: I think you’re some kind of low-grade dogshit, Colonel.at dogshit, n.
(con. 1966) Lords of Discipline 311: Just shut up and wrap ankles like a good little duckbutt.at duckbutt (n.) under duck, n.1
(con. 1963) Lords of Discipline 150: Clean your loathsome bodies, dumbwads.at dumbwad (n.) under dumb, adj.1
(con. 1963) Lords of Discipline 129: Pop off, dumb squat.at dumbsquat (n.) under dumb, adj.1
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