Spoonie

I shall wander amid the ruins of ancient magnificence, and indulge my heart in melancholy musings! Pooh! do you think me such a spoonie?

Jonathan Oldskirt is a twaddling spoonie.

In short, I began the process of ruining myself in the received style; like any other spoonie. I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction, but trode the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre.

The truth is, that many persons puff themselves into the good graces of snobs and spoonies like themselves, and use cigars by the score now, as Lord Chesterfield drank and smoked in his time, notwithstanding his aversion to wine and tobacco— “because he thought such practices very genteel, and made him look like a man.”

Every time a spoonie would alight within 400 yards of "Uncle George" he would proceed to stalk that spoonie with as much care as if it were a ten-point buck.

The Northern shoveler, or ”spoonie,” as he is commonly called, has a bill like no other species of North American duck.

And I would bet a month's salary that if I were to drag that pond, I would find a mess of spoonies stomped into the mud, not to mention the one tossed into the weeds at the pond's edge.

Only in rice fields will spoonies put on clean fat and taste good; we call them “white spoonies” because their normally orange fat will turn white.