1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 145: ‘Fluett wants you to burn shit tonight,’ he said to Amaro, ‘Are you holding?’ ‘Does a bird have wings?’.at does a bear shit in the woods? Is the pope (a) Catholic?, phr.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 157: Like who gives a fat rat’s ass. You got it.at not give a rat’s ass, v.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 25: ‘Eat shit and die,’ Vernon shouted over the hammer of the sixty.at eat shit (and die)!, excl.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 155: Who is this doctor, some candyass draftee?at candy-ass, adj.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 140: I thought I told you to shave, raggedy-ass.at ragged-ass, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 186: Woulda’s and coulda’s don’t mean a fat rat’s ass.at not mean a rat’s ass (v.) under rat’s ass, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 152: The guys [...] brought tokens to Pisspot in the hopes of having some of its luck rub off on them, so they could ass-out the way Romo had.at ass out under ass, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 16: It’s a real ballbuster. If you think you’re tired now, wait until we get ready to set up.at ball-buster, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 148: Next thing, whambam, they sent us to this motherfucker.at wham bam!, excl.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 149: Watts here is the Cougar Company brown nose.at brown nose, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 148: ‘Whose the candy man?’ [...] ‘Uncle Ho,’ Amaro said.at candyman, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 146: We won’t have to worry about catching cockrot from the dinks.at cock-rot (n.) under cock, n.3
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 148: Some cracker sold us an ounce of somethin’ he done swept up in a stable. [...] these white boys are full of shuck and jive.at cracker, n.3
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 33: I bring. You wait. Number-one dinky dau smokes, Joe.at dinkie dow, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 18: A doofis guy from North Carolina [...] None of us believe he’s fuckin’ human.at doofus, adj.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 147: Morris is a down dude [...] Peterson is an asshole.at down, adj.1
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 19: Amaro wished he had a joint [...] no one as yet offered to duke him into any.at duke in (v.) under duke, v.1
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 137: You ain’t been home. You’re still right in the fiddle-fuck here, so how do you know it’s any better.at fiddle-fuck, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 149: Amaro here is the Cougar Company fuckoff.at fuck-off, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 34: ‘Where the fuck are we?’ he said. ‘Fucked if I know,’ Malone answered.at fucked, adj.2
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 33: ‘Sure, Joe, sure,’ the kid [Vietnamese] said.at GI Joe (n.) under GI, adj.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 119: ‘All we need now is a couple of chicks and a bag of number-one scramble grass. [...] Well, I guess we can’t have everything. But we can get close to a part of it,’ Amaro said, holding up a joint.at scramble grass, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 10: Staring at the screen as a GI tommygunned two dozen Nazis.at tommy-gun, v.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 143: Why don’t we just hat up to the meeting place as quick as we can.at hat (up) (v.) under hat, n.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 145: Fluett wants you to burn shit tonight, [...] Are you holding?at holding, adj.
1987 (con. c.1967) J. Ferrandino Firefight 23: They’d say Johnny got it while shooting a moon at them Congs.at shoot a moon (v.) under moon, n.