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Ringolevio 80: Ain’t you ever seen somebody with angel kisses on his face before?at angel kisses (n.) under angel, n.
Ringolevio 80: Ain’t you ever seen somebody with angel kisses on his face before? Ringolevio 241: The longhairs weren’t having any either.at not having any, phr.
Ringolevio 222: The group of pink-faced appleknockers from upstate New York [etc.].at apple-knocker, n.
Ringolevio 30: Listen, schoolboy, don’t go wise-assin’ with us.at wise-ass, v.
(con. 1956) Ringolevio 15: Y’all wanna go see some stupid, jive-ass, motherfuckin’ lily show!at jive-ass, adj.
Ringolevio 431: Leaving Michael X to hold the bag [...] for over a year in prison.at hold the bag, v.
Ringolevio 100: By eleven thirty he had half a bag on.at have a bag on (v.) under bag, n.1
Ringolevio 149: What do you do, you come here to bust my balls!at break someone’s balls (v.) under balls, n.
Ringolevio 227: He went bananas [...] because of some severe strain.at go bananas (v.) under bananas, adj.
(con. 1965) Ringolevio 227: He just wanted to know whether the private [...] was trying to punk out of that war, or was truly bat-shit.at batshit, adj.
Ringolevio 9: Every bindle stiff on the street [...] eyed this group of black kids.at bindle stiff (n.) under bindle, n.
Ringolevio 38: A few bloods who were going to short-circuit his sex life.at blood, n.2
Ringolevio 99: This dislike [of strangers] gave the store a bucket-of-blood reputation.at bloody bucket (n.) under bloody, adj.
Ringolevio 205: He moved out to a house in East Dulwich with a safe blower he met in the Brixton nick.at blower, n.3
Ringolevio 221: The agents simply suggested that the brevity of his return home was his own blues.at blues, n.1
Ringolevio 13: The books had promised a third of the take to whichever side won.at book, n.
Ringolevio 446: Gangs of young, diddy-boppin’, black bloods.at diddy-bopping, n.
Ringolevio 232: Double sixes, boxcars.at boxcars, n.
Ringolevio 398: I’d still be throwin’ those same boxcars and crappin’ out on history.at boxcars, n.
Ringolevio 314: A farfetched piece of snide bunko.at bunco, n.
Ringolevio 138: How’s that for a fuckin’ burn, ha?at burn, n.1
Ringolevio 190: You can threaten them with the cat, the rack, or the garotte but you won’t frighten them.at cat, n.3
Ringolevio 150: Kisses Kenny bestowed on Mama Rizzo for having come through like the champ she was.at champ, n.
Ringolevio 15: Little black girls who were charged up, dressed for the occasion [etc.].at charged (up), adj.
Ringolevio 149: I never want to see you again, you cheese-eatin’ motherfucker!at cheese-eater (n.) under cheese, n.1
Ringolevio 134: The cheesy little bastard [...] was snivelling on the corrugated rubber floor of the terminal.at cheesy, adj.2
Ringolevio 46: He [...] stole a [...] hard-top Oldsmobile convertible while Clearhead and Girsch kept chickie for him.at lay chickie (v.) under chickee!, excl.
Ringolevio 197: Peggy [...] wasn’t feeling too chipper herself.at chipper, adj.
Ringolevio 432: His chippy shot of drugstore scag had made him feel as old as the hills.at chippie, n.5
Ringolevio 63: The chucks, an enormous hunger which addicts experience in the last stages of withdrawal.at chucks, n.1
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