Squit

Not a favourite son, of course — Lord, no! — more a sort of illegitimate backstairs sort of sprog, you know: a sort of spotty squit that nobody really likes.

'It isn't so funny when it's the other way round, is it?' I snarl, before adding, 'You geeky little squit,' for good measure.

I couldn't believe my ears: at Roedean a new girl spent at least a term having it drummed into her what an insignificant little squit she was; and here were these girls being welcoming!

'Cor blast, Tovell, you don't half talk some squit at times!' exclaimed Ted Carter. ‘Squit! It's the gospel truth.[…]’

In 1985, asked by the writer Richard Whittington-Egan if he believed in this apparition, an old local man replied that it was ‘a load of old squit.’

[…] these problems solved themselves atfter^([sic]) some 10 minutes or so, without an ircop interferring^([sic]) into channel affairs by squitting his/her server to gain chanop status.

Today, I was awakened by a call from one of my IRC ops, telling me that my net had been 'taken over'. An ircop had squitted all the servers, and had a script that kept them disconnected from the net.

"Mr. Kuttner, you know I'm the best in this business, don't you?" he said, swatting at a mosquito. It went squit and left a smear of blood on his cheek.