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- | : [[Balthazar Buehb]] unsuccessfully tried to introduce the word "Sack" into the lexicon in an article entitled ''Dinking by Numbers'' (''New York Times'', Sept. 28, 1969). It was reported to have been heard in several package stores across New York City, but use of the term seems to have fallen into obscurity quickly, almost universally referenced thereafter, when at all, with an almost venomous derision, such as in an anonymous blurb in the folllowing week's red-collar edition of ''Newsweek'': "Waiting patiently from the [[the corner lot|underground office]], [[Solomon Witte|Solomon]] and [[Ahmed Capra|C-Man]] made with the guns, and quick. It was a chorus of groan as that fat, moronic sycophant [[Balthazar Buehb|Buehb]] heaved himself through the front door muttering inanities about "sacks" of beer. | + | : [[Balthazar Buehb]] unsuccessfully tried to introduce the word "Sack" into the lexicon in an article entitled ''Drinking by Numbers'' (''New York Times'', Sept. 28, 1969). It was reported to have been heard in several package stores across New York City, but use of the term seems to have fallen into obscurity quickly, almost universally referenced thereafter, when at all, with an almost venomous derision, such as in an anonymous blurb in the folllowing week's red-collar edition of ''Newsweek'': "Waiting patiently from the [[the corner lot|underground office]], [[Solomon Witte|Solomon]] and [[Ahmed Capra|C-Man]] made with the guns, and quick. It was a chorus of groan as that fat, moronic sycophant [[Balthazar Buehb|Buehb]] heaved himself through the front door muttering inanities about "sacks" of beer. |
: "And we arrived about an hour later still talking about it. Trenchwheat was drunk and Adid heavy-lifting: we arrived I said, yes? After that, it went to hell." - Capra's recollection of events, told at great length to a faceless entity in the WhatABurger Drive-Thru. | : "And we arrived about an hour later still talking about it. Trenchwheat was drunk and Adid heavy-lifting: we arrived I said, yes? After that, it went to hell." - Capra's recollection of events, told at great length to a faceless entity in the WhatABurger Drive-Thru. |
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twack n. 1. Twelve individual beers packaged together; Tampa slang for the dodecahedronal arrangement of bruce. 2. From On Human Sass, the sound made by the protagonist hitting the floor-boards after succumbing finally to nueralgic syphilis.
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Usage
"Hey, man -- if you can steal that twack, you can drink it for free."
- -- un-ascribed person, stained with BBQ sauce, large-fisted.
Desiderata
- Balthazar Buehb unsuccessfully tried to introduce the word "Sack" into the lexicon in an article entitled Drinking by Numbers (New York Times, Sept. 28, 1969). It was reported to have been heard in several package stores across New York City, but use of the term seems to have fallen into obscurity quickly, almost universally referenced thereafter, when at all, with an almost venomous derision, such as in an anonymous blurb in the folllowing week's red-collar edition of Newsweek: "Waiting patiently from the underground office, Solomon and C-Man made with the guns, and quick. It was a chorus of groan as that fat, moronic sycophant Buehb heaved himself through the front door muttering inanities about "sacks" of beer.
- "And we arrived about an hour later still talking about it. Trenchwheat was drunk and Adid heavy-lifting: we arrived I said, yes? After that, it went to hell." - Capra's recollection of events, told at great length to a faceless entity in the WhatABurger Drive-Thru.
- The lyrics of Spiff Biffleboy's Link Wray-inspired hit "Blue Petunia" is the only known use of the word in a pop culture song. In opera, it features not once but twice in Paolo Gringnotti's Buggeroni (1789).
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Non-Canonical Text
It was meant to replace "six-pack."
The Russian who sold me the dope had disappeared, but I still had his shoe. Later, I discovered it was a map. Fucking hell it's late here..
Remember to bring the larger cartone -- I've written a very important phone number upon it.