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Far from the Customary Skies 299: Diction-airs ain’t worth a drat [...] People don’t talk those words.at not worth a damn, phr.
Far from the Customary Skies 299: Diction-airs ain’t worth a drat [...] People don’t talk those words. Far from the Customary Skies 329: Hell, Oakie, I just got up in the air.at up in the air (adj.) under air, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 299: I’m tard of you bein’ so all-blamed smart.at all, adv.
Far from the Customary Skies 324: Can she make with her ass or’s she too old to remember what it’s like?at ass, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 116: Oklahoma referred to him as, ‘that kiss-ass’.at kiss-ass, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 82: ‘Baloney,’ said Danny. ‘You can’t tell one weed from another.’.at baloney!, excl.
Far from the Customary Skies 324: When I go bitchin’ I hang out a sign.at bitch, v.
Far from the Customary Skies 32: Shut the blab.at blab, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 252: ‘Jew boy,’ had been one of the nicknames his friends had given him.at Jew boy, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 324: You, a date? Wad yuh know. What is she, a five-by-five?at five by five, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 39: Oh, fiddle, fiddle, fiddle / While you can, / Before she lurns to sell ’er can.at can, n.1
Far from the Customary Skies 260: Pop was sore he hadn’t had his two cents’ worth. Pop liked them young. Ask Mom, she knew.at two cents’ worth, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 64: I ain’t gonna let that bastard chew me.at chew, v.
Far from the Customary Skies 61: I figure the last night ashore oughta be something worth remembering [...] A real blowout, not a mugging party with a chocolate drop.at chocolate drop (n.) under chocolate, adj.
Far from the Customary Skies 111: Oklahoma bet two chips on his pair of tens showing. No sense scarin’ ’em out on a cinch hand.at cinch, adj.
Far from the Customary Skies 95: ‘Cut the comedy,’ said Ross.at cut the comedy (v.) under comedy, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 140: I’m so tard I couldn’t bat my way through a wet paper bag.at couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag under couldn’t..., phr.
Far from the Customary Skies 56: Kisses get like beans, and hooking tootsies together winds up just plain cruddy.at cruddy, adj.
Far from the Customary Skies 127: Swing them along, boys, show them how to dance, give it the juice, make like you’re cutting the mustard.at cut the mustard, v.
Far from the Customary Skies 127: Push them around like a dog face, handle them like a bus driver.at dogface (n.) under dog, n.2
Far from the Customary Skies 10: Dog me if he ain’t a big one. [Ibid.] 325: This little girl treated me like I was decent and somebody. Aw, dog take it. [Ibid.] 329: Ah don’t want yuh sore at me. Ah’d do most anythin’ for yuh. Dog eat it, yuh know that blame well.at dog, v.2
Far from the Customary Skies 112: Oklahoma bet the limit, four chips. Might as well chase ’em out as have ’em drop on me. Think I’ll quit after this hand.at drop, v.1
Far from the Customary Skies 11: The Lord sure musta frowned on his ma to make her drop one that size.at drop, v.5
Far from the Customary Skies 44: Sore? You thinnies may be as sore as us fatties, but sure ain’t as much sore.at fatty, n.1
Far from the Customary Skies 39: He’d fiddled with some ’uns dah-h-ter.at fiddle, v.1
Far from the Customary Skies 61: I figure the last night ashore oughta be something worth remembering [...] You know, fizz, a snazzy band, a dame that can dress.at fizz, n.1
Far from the Customary Skies 55: So I was in like Flynn.at in like Flynn, phr.
Far from the Customary Skies 44: Say, ever hear who discovered fuzz on peaches, her boy friend, he-he-he. That’s a good one, ain’t it?at fuzz, n.2
Far from the Customary Skies 17: Aw, up your giggy with a wire brush.at up your giggy! (excl.) under giggy, n.
Far from the Customary Skies 305: ‘You’re griped because I beat you out of second class,’ Average retorted.at griped, adj.
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