Now you're on the trolley!

Here’s something fun: Slang from the 1920s!

Can we please start using some of these in ought-six?

I’m going to put on my glad-rags and hit the juice joint with my fly boy! He’s the berries!

Horsefeathers! The cops caught us drinking hooch in his jalopy. We were splifflicated on giggle water. What a bunch of wet blankets.

And, unrelated, this site is hilarious, too.