Pollock Slang Novels & Stories

It always takes me a few minutes to fully wake up. “Oh, what was it you wanted to tell me really quick?” “Pizdets.” I shout whispered. For you English speakers, it means “fucked up” in Russian. It’s easily one of the most used words in my vocabulary. The Universe is always working against me. Of course because I didn’t want her to bring it up, she would.

When the man looked down, he saw Polly. “What are you a dog?” the man seemed to be asking him. “Are you hungry?” the man asked as he took another piece from his stick. “You want this?” Polly didn’t know how else he could convey to that man that - “Yes, I am a dog!…Yes, I am hungry!…and Yes, I want that piece of fat skewered at the bottom part of the stick!… That is the best part, human!”

"Do you like to be call pookie ??..Laddoo also smiled and clapped his hands happily as to reply him.. I got more jealous and angry after seeing their cute bond so I shouted to him in vexation.. "Do you know meaning of pookie??..No na??Then stop calling him with that time.." "Lekuu..Don't shout..Our baby will be scared..Our baby is looking too cute so I'm calling him with nickname pookie..How many times I have to explain it to you??.."He replied me with little irritation..

Miranda finished, “You get to pick any chilled stuff you want from the spoils.” “Chilled stuff?” Brock corrected. “You mean, cool stuff.” “Right, what you said. Seriously, you newcomers have strange words.” “I would say the same to you, oldies,” Katie retorted. “Like malarkey. I kept hearing that word around town.” “Yeah,” Brock agreed. “What’s malarkey, anyway?” “Sounds like a type of fish,” Li guessed. Brock and Katie chuckled together. The older braves no longer paid attention to them.

I was pissed; now everyone was calling me old man. "Respect? You know where you are and what you did to get here, and you still want respect? You're so pushy, and your reputation as Jack will soon fade, and you'll miss me. The officer spoke in a threatening tone. "Jack? What the hell is Jack?" I asked, confused. This whole police-criminal thing seems to have its own dialect; sometimes it's hard to understand. "Jack is a rapist in prison slang, you perverted little slob." The officer laughed. "Now turn around and put your hands behind your back."

"Nope. Anyways, it's about you, or me, not going to say any bad words, or cuss for a week. And if one of us cussed, that person would receive a pinch." "Are you shitting me?" "No, I'm not," Silence. "Is saying shit counted?" "Yes," I nodded, "Unless if you'll have an acceptable reason why shit is not a cuss," "It's the other word for Poop," "Reasonable." "What about fuck?" "No." I shook my head, "But it's the other word of se-" "NO." Perv. He just laughed. We arrive at my house after an hour or something. I turn around and faced Langston.

Life's too short to spend it trying to please people and grieving. Besides, it'd been a while since he had done some sexercise. His scrotum required to be drained. If I perish, I perish. *Shishi- money(pidgin English) * njoka master- someone who likes parties and enjoyment.

Qye scoffed and puffed a smoke. “That aside, when am I going to meet your boss?” he asked. “What’s your name?” Qye asked and stood up. “Pole. you can just call me the P” She sighed. “Pathetic name for a loser” “I know you feeling it. You know, that nickname goes way back to when I was in the army. My gees be giving me names for beating up every woman’s P, you know what I mean. So, they nicknamed me Mr. P. best at the game” he chattered on. “I can show you I still got the game though, if you know what I mean” he looked at her all over while licking his lips.

" she replied smiling mischievously. *******«******** Glossary If you no commot for here fine girl, we go burn you together -- If you don't leave here fine girl , we won't hesitate to burn you both together Mumu ---- Fool Pickin ---- Child Ole ---- Thief Suya meat ------ barbecued meat

And her heart’s telling her: Break out. “I know, right?” Terra says cheerily. “I’m thinking of taking up Advertising in uni.” “Really?” “Nah, not really. I’m good at selling ideas to only you.” “Does that mean I’m easy to flatter?” Kate asks teasingly. The exact word she used is "bolahin", which is Filipino slang that literally translates to making one’s head round like a ball. “Not all all!” Terra’s quick to make a save. Then, switching to the saccharine side of the Filipino language, he says: