(n): a weapon that is forcibly thrown or projected at a targets but is not self-propelled
(n): a unit of mass equal to the mass that accelerates at 1 foot/sec/sec when acted upon by a force of 1 pound; approximately 14.5939 kilograms
(n): a unit of measurement for mass
(n): a counterfeit coin
(n): a flat metal piece (usually a disc) used as money
(n): an idle slothful person
(n): person who does no work
(n): an amount of an alcoholic drink (usually liquor) that is poured or gulped
(n): a liquor or brew containing alcohol as the active agent
(n): a strip of type metal used for spacing
(n): an alloy of tin and lead and antimony used to make printing type
(n): any of various terrestrial gastropods having an elongated slimy body and no external shell
(n): a class of mollusks typically having a one-piece coiled shell and flattened muscular foot with a head bearing stalked eyes
(n): (boxing) a blow with the fist
(n): a powerful stroke with the fist or a weapon
(v): strike heavily, especially with the fist or a bat
(v): deal a blow to, either with the hand or with an instrument
(v): be idle; exist in a changeless situation
Whisky has that effect on people. Believe.
Oh. It was in quotation marks so I thought you were quoting someone. It's cool anyway.
Heehee. I've heard many variations on that, but never with so many whiskey slugs that the person lost count! ;-)
*blush* I just made it up with a John Wayne kind of character in mind.
Whoever it was doesn't know how to count.
Bilby, who said that? What's that from?
"I've got eight slugs in me. Six of 'em's whisky and two of 'em's lead. What was it you wanted?"
Not the past participle of the verb "to slog".
*wondering about slugabed*
There's nothing wrong with slugs in the bed. Now, a lot of slugs, that's another thing entirely. I dare say I might lose my temper too.
Funny, I think an aversion to slugs is rather normal.
(Points for your use of queer!)
But what really brought things to a head was when she put a lot of slugs in his bed. He had a queer aversion for slugs. He lost his temper completely and said that the girl had to be sent away to school.
--Agatha Christie, 1941, Murder in Retrospect