"Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work." Carl Sandburg
Every place seems to have it's own words. When I was growing up, if you stepped in a puddle you got a 'soaker'. When I lived on Vancouver Island, the truck that picked up loggers or mill workers was called the 'crummy'.
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