shithouse


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built like a brick outhouse

 and built like a brick shithouse
Fig. well-built-either strong or full-sized. (Built more strongly than is typical. The second form is potentially offensive. Use only with discretion.) Look at that guy's muscles—he's built like a brick shithouse. This garage is built like a brick outhouse. It'll last for years.
See also: brick, built, like

be built like a brick shithouse

  (British & Australian very informal!)
if someone is built like a brick shithouse, they are very strong and very big I wasn't going to argue with him - he was built like a brick shithouse.
See also: brick, built, like, shithouse

built like a brick shithouse

1. mod. pertaining to a very strong and well-built person. (Usually refers to a male. Refers to the sturdiness of an outhouse [outdoor toilet] built of brick rather than the traditional wooden outhouse. Usually objectionable.) Chuck is built like a brick shithouse. The only fat on him is where his brain ought to be.
2. mod. pertaining to a beautiful and curvaceous woman. (Refers to the imagined curving and uneven walls of an outhouse built hastily and carelessly of brick. This sense is a misinterpretation of the first sense. Usually objectionable.) Look at that dame! She’s really built like a brick shithouse.
See also: brick, built, like, shithouse
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Honest, it's sniggering shithouse humour which doesn't come off.
Literally "built like a brick shithouse," as artist John Miller has observed, and just as impassive, Sade looks on while the Bastille, his former site of imprisonment, is engulfed in flames.
Put in coarser terms to Newmarket trainer Robert Cowell, he said: "Mate, I'm telling you it's worse than soft to shithouse.
Putin grasped the public mood, promising Russians he would "wipe out the Chechen thugs wherever they are, right up to the last shithouse.
A fairly typical comment, albeit not put so bluntly, was Harry's assessment of his job in a Canberra laundromat in 1981 : 'It's a shithouse job.
One of her strongest angels is the writer Tobias Wolff, whose literary support and friendship sustains and rescues her: "For the unbeliever I am, Toby's wave in my direction is incalculable shithouse luck.
I will stare through several windows then; the garage's one in each long wall, the kitchen's in the main house's further-off sunken yard, six steps tipping me down into the abominable shithouse I share with the maids that drift through the days like shadows or leaves the wind blows.
Now in the thirty-first year of my dark pilgrimage on this earth and knowing less than I ever knew before, having learned only to recognize merde when I see it, having inherited no more from my father than a good nose for merde, for every species of shit that flies--my only talent--smelling merde from every quarter, living in fact in the very century of merde, the great shithouse of scientific humanism where needs are satisfied, everyone becomes anyone, a warm and creative person, and prospers like a dung beetle, and one hundred percent of people are humanists and ninety-eight percent believe in God, and men are dead, dead, dead .
And while someone ought to tell the control freak that is Mr Blair that it's up to others to decide his legacy, the one thing he can be sure of is that he and his party will be remembered for the day an 82-year-old man - foolish enough to believe we live in a democracy where people can voice their opinions about their elected representatives - was bodily thrown out of the Labour Party conference by four heavies built like your archetypal brick shithouse.
You strutted and swaggered, king-pin in a shithouse.
The defense attorneys to portray Teddy as crazier than a shithouse rat on mescaline.
The sequence ends in a close-up of Bill's face as he speaks the lines, "It's a goddam shithouse.
Now he sees the world as "the great shithouse of scientific humanism where needs are satisfied, everyone becomes an anyone, a warm and creative person, and prospers like a dung beetle" (p.
Built like a brick shithouse, the subject in John Christopher, 1992 stands in the middle of, well, nowhere, a burnout field with a shack of some sort in the distance.
But Binx identifies for the reader the central elements that contribute to his despair, as he waits, smarting under the vitriolic haranguing he has been given by his aunt, for Kate to show up for their rendezvous and despairing that she will: "a:" he might have begun, "the great shithouse of scientific humanism where needs are satisfied, everyone becomes an anyone, a warm and creative person, and prospers like a dung beetle and one hundred percent of people are humanists and ninety-eight percent believe in God, and men are dead, dead, dead," and "b:" his aunt's stoicism, "her rightness and her despair, her despairing of me and her despairing of herself" (p.