25-Down, informally

Usage examples of spud.

If you shut your eyes, you could believe you were back in the jungle on the outskirts of some little jerkwater town, smooth dusty under the trees on the leeward side of a grade that passed the watertank and cut off the wind, sitting around the small fire with a belly full of a good mulligan that you had been assigned the bumming of the carrots for, or maybe the onions, or the spuds.

The pistol reminded him of nothing quite so much as a spud guna childhood toy capable of propelling a chunk of raw potato all of six feet.

Billy wis sayin thit eh once saw that scruff-boy fae Leith, that Spud Murphy, git huckled fir chorin handbags whin eh thoat nae cunt could see wi the smoke machine oan.

So Sooey Wan makee partner with cousin and raisee early spud, ketchum more land.

The CDs and LPs are worth fuck all, Spud and his wee mate can have the lot and flog them for whatever shite the loser cunts want tae cook and shoot intae thir veins.

COLFER is the New York Times best-selling author of the Artemis Fowl series, The Supernaturalist, The Legend of Spud Murphy, and The Wish List.

COLFER is the New York Times best-selling author of the Artemis Fowl series, The Supernaturalist, The Legend of Spud M urphy, and The Wish List.

Their reward for enduring a considerable wait would be chipped bowls full of a perpetually simmering, nondenominational stew: cabbage hunks, runted spuds, and bitter carrots mixed with tough cubes of jerked meat, beans, and random corn kernels.

There would be a preliminary interval of three, possibly four, years at Cambridge, during which I presume, you would be learning diverse facts concerning spuds, turmuts, and the like.

Jicarilla version of Irish stew, with blue corn substituting for the spuds, and juniper ashes instead of salt.

STATE AND MAIN - INTERSECTION - DAY Morris and Spud, two codgers, are about to cross the street when they hear a beeping and stop.

Two old codgers, Morris and Spud, and Jack sitting in the same window booth chatting.

Still hand in hand, Spud and Tommy raced out the barn door in full moonlight, seeing their surroundings for the first time: the ordered rows of lemon trees stretching off into the night, a steel tower nearer at hand with a motor and airplane propeller on it to keep lemon groves from being damaged by frost on winter nights.

Spud saw Tommy flip a switch which automatically blanked out the receiver and connected the DX-100 transmitter with the coaxial transmission line leading to the beam antenna.

I transferred them, letting it cycle at medium rare, and stepped up the gain on the quickthaw so that the spuds would be ready when the steaks were-then back to the freezer for a couple of icekreem cake slices for dessert.