1965 M. Gee A Special Flower 144: And tell her not to come near em again. I’ll kick her arse over kite if she does.at arse over kite under arse, n.
1965 M. Gee A Special Flower 38: ‘She knows I like my vino,’ he explained. ‘Where did you get it, Corrie? Is it dally stuff?’.at Dally, adj.
1965 M. Gee A Special Flower 37: When she came in she was carrying a half-gallon jar of wine. ‘Purple death,’ she grinned at her father.at purple death (n.) under purple, adj.