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Word: puke (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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Single white male. Favorite recreationaldrug is Robitussin. ("The main problem is that youoften puke like an hour after you do it whichmeans you lose it.") Favorite music in high schoolwas pink Floyd, Meatloaf, and the over to oneside...

Author: By Seth Mnookin, | Title: Fat Day Singer `Moves Kind of Funky' | 6/9/1994 | See Source »

...wink and look away while about 100,000 other Americans remain locked up for doing the exact same thing? Marijuana prohibition establishes a minimum baseline level of cultural dishonesty that we can never rise above: the President "didn't inhale," heh heh. It's O.K. to drink till you puke, but you mustn't ever smoke the vile weed, heh heh. One of the hardest things a parent can ever tell a bright and questioning teen- ager -- after all the relevant sermonizing, of course -- is, Well, just don't get caught...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Kicking the Big One | 2/28/1994 | See Source »

...doesn't take long for the humor to escalate from the simple childish cruelty of Brian getting a paper airplane stuck in his brain to the blatant toilet humor of "Puke a Pound" and "Farting to the Favorites." This, of course leads into the most popular bathroom humor duo, Beavis and Butthead...

Author: By Christopher J. Hernandez, | Title: Cartoons For the Creepy | 10/7/1993 | See Source »

Actually, it's the only thing I eat. I'm allergic to just about everything else. You name it, it makes me puke. Rice is the only thing I eat (I'm really skinny), and as I was playing with it, it struck me that you eat rice in clumps, as a group, never one at a time...

Author: By Jon A. Bresman, | Title: The Collective Editorial of Rice | 2/20/1993 | See Source »

...course, I couldn't look at a map. Everyone told me that--never look at a map on the street. Nascent paranoia was restrained as I made a lucky guess and arrived at the famed hostel: a huge, mucky building, with a central quad piled with trash and puke. I cannot forget that night. A constant drone of police cars filtered through the window (accompanied by odd flashing lights), and my roommate--it was a cheap place - who happened to be a fellow Englishman, was wallowing in the later stages of drugged stupor. He had come to New York with...

Author: By Tony Gubba, | Title: Being Afraid | 10/29/1992 | See Source »

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