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Silent Terror 99: ‘You got a beer?’ I said. ‘Does a beer shit in the woods?’.at does a bear shit in the woods? Is the pope (a) Catholic?, phr.
Silent Terror 99: ‘You got a beer?’ I said. ‘Does a beer shit in the woods?’. Silent Terror 96: Are you husky? pardon my French, but this is no job for a candy-ass.at candy-ass, n.
Silent Terror 68: I was the one who got your sex beef cooled.at cool the beef (v.) under beef, n.2
Silent Terror 10: My father, convinced that a Russian A-bomb attack was imminent, led my mother and me up to the roof to await the arrival of the Big One.at big one, n.
Silent Terror 67: Inmates awaiting sentencing and classification were called ‘blues,’ a reference to the denim uniform I was now wearing.at blues, n.2
Silent Terror 66: ‘You talk about bonaroo pussy, man’ .at bonaroo, adj.
Silent Terror 100: He guzzled beer and belched, then laughed. ‘Coors, breakfast of champions’.at breakfast of champions (n.) under breakfast, n.
Silent Terror 219: We bat the breeze, and I ask her if she's dating anyone.at bat the breeze (v.) under breeze, n.1
Silent Terror 66: ‘You talkin' pussy, you talkin' my language! I poked my ten-incher in more Brillo pads than you fuckin' seen!’.at brillo pad, n.
Silent Terror 67: The deupty sheriffs who served as jailers were ‘bulls.’.at bull, n.5
Silent Terror 67: My year sentence was called a ‘bullet’.at bullet, n.2
Silent Terror 66: The nods I got when I spoke the words [...] told me that none of my ‘cellies’ could risk voicing disbelief.at cellie, n.
Silent Terror 44: ‘You're cherry, right? You're a late starter, and you want a nice-looking cooze for your premiere fuck?’.at cherry, adj.
Silent Terror 112: I started to get angry for real [...] Necktie noticed my change of expression, and said, ‘Strike a nerve, cool cat?at cool cat (n.) under cool, adj.
Silent Terror 68: I was the one who got your sex beef cooled.at cool, v.2
Silent Terror 12: I wanted to scream ‘nutty,’ ‘crazy,’ ‘fruitcake’ and ‘couch case’.at couch case (n.) under couch, n.
Silent Terror 127: Young people come to Aspen to cut loose and get away from the grind.at cut loose, v.
Silent Terror 82: [M]y confrontations with the loading-dock trusties and the cut-rate Satan [i.e. Charles Manson].at cut-rate, adj.
Silent Terror 145: ‘I was patrolling south of here this morning, saw this '79 Caddy Eldo’.at El D, n.
Silent Terror 141: ‘You got a statement to make, Plunkey?’ I sneered à la Bogart. ‘You suck cock, dick breath?’.at dick-breath (n.) under dick, n.1
Silent Terror 67: The mess-hall slang for Salisbury steak, hot dogs and breakfast jelly was respectively, ‘Gainesburgers,’ ‘donkey dicks’ and ‘red death’.at donkey dick, n.2
Silent Terror 198: [D]ingy, zorched, whacked-out and fried from 108 hours of continuous consciousness.at dingy, adj.2
Silent Terror 109: [T]he ‘Ecofreaks’ had put the kibosh on Big Sol's ‘Singles Paradise’ tract.at ecofreak, n.
Silent Terror 204: Now & Wow Fitness was [...] ‘A fat farm. All Polack chicks lookin’ to get skinny so they can glom themselves a steelworker, then eat themselves fat again when they get married’.at fat farm (n.) under fat, adj.
Silent Terror 112: ‘Maybe your switch gets flipped by boys now’.at flip someone’s switch (v.) under flip, v.4
Silent Terror 231: When I got back to the bar, Jim was fried.at fried, adj.
Silent Terror 198: [D]ingy, zorched, whacked-out and fried from 108 hours of continuous consciousness.at fried, adj.
Silent Terror 67: And always, always, ‘be frosty’ and ‘hang tough.’.at frosty, adj.
Silent Terror 67: If a ‘fruit jockey’ made a sexual advance toward you, ‘wail on his head’ [...] because if you didn’t ‘put him straight,’ you would acquire a ‘fruit jacket.’.at fruit jockey (n.) under fruit, n.
Silent Terror 73: [D]evouring the food with the what-the-fuck panache of men determined to die young.at what-the-fuck, adj.
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