When the English language doesn't
provide a word for something, Americans make up words. Or twist and stretch
them to their own liking. Every lifestyle and vocation has slang unique
to their demographic. From the emergency room to the gutter, slang permeates
our culture.
Test your slang awareness. Do you
know what the bold words mean? Give yourself 1 point for every correct
definition.
Big Daddy and the Big Cheese lived
in the big joint. The bigheaded bastards shot Big Harry big time. So this
bigmouth, big man on campus blows a big nickel on some big D. Big foot
made the big score for the big ticket after raising a big stink with the
big fish.
What's the big deal? Those big shots
make big noise, but it's no biggie. In the big picture that big doolie
is nothing more than a big fat loser.
I crashed hard last night. Woke to the sound of Thor pulling tubes. Insane in the membrane. Did a duck-foot, don-ho misty-flip off my crib and had my brah pack a freshie. He looked like a scrapper. A real gaper. The kookiest lid you ever laid marbles on. But he could ride. This dopus interruptus was an ambistandsterous grom. He rocked the house on that slat. Word.
The coppers pulled up in a go-long.
So we skeedadled. We were pretty gonged. Groping our way down that grungy
alley. Not a place this good-time Charlie likes to hang. Thought I was
a gone goose when I slipped on that gooey gunk. But my good buddy grabbed
the go levers and we were gone for good. No goody-two-shoes gomer is going
to get between me and my goober-grabber.
So this goofball goes off half cocked
like a gooney. Decides to go on track. Gets goose bumps after goosing some
goopy bird. Got all goo-goo eyes over that gal. Until she clocked him on
the goophead.
Now we're in tall cotton. Pulled
an inside job and we're in the bucks. With one in the hole and one in the
hopper. And I'm into it. In on the ground floor, working from the ground
up. Not that we're in the groove we should roll in the hay. Keep this in
the ballpark in nothing flat. Get in sync for an instant replay.
Those mammyslammers are messing
with the wrong meatball. They should mellow out before I split their melons.
Sink my meathooks into them, and every other melon-bellied maneater on
this medicine ball. I met that meatheaded meat rack at the meat market.
The speed merchant gave us merry hell and a meat card.
That red-faced retard had a red-letter day. Caught the red-eye. Pushed that puppy to the red line. Rear-ended some raunchy rat in a rover, but pulled some razzle-dazzle, read her the riot act and split without paying one red cent. She had real money, but he was a real pro. Just kept saying read my lips until she got red-hot.
The homeboys bagged some hooch. Hoo-boy! Had a hankering for the home-court advantage. Hooked up with a hoofer from the hood. Did my homework and we're home free. Holy Joe was a holy terror at the honky-tonk. That honeycakes honked into her honeypot at the head honcho's headquarters.