pissbag

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Englisch

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Etymology

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From piss +‎ bag.

Pronunciation

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pissbag (plural pissbags)

  1. (rare, vulgar) A bag holding urine.
    • 2003, Colum McCann, “Soviet Union 1941–56”, in Dancer, London: Phoenix House, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, →ISBN, pages 7–8:
      To piss, they hitched oilskin sacks under their trousers so they didn’t expose themselves to the weather and they learned to cradle the warmth of the pissbag between their legs and sometimes the warmth helped them think of women, until the bag froze and they were nowhere again, just a simple snowfield lit by an oil-refinery fire.
    • 2004 November, George Sibley, “Forest, Slums and the Fire This Time”, in Dragons in Paradise: On the Edge Between Civilization and Sanity, Frisco, Colo.: Mountain Gazette Publishing, →ISBN, page 159:
      Wandering that desolated sooty landscape with a pissbag leaking down your back, looking for smokes to break up and scatter (holding your own water like a dog, for some place to use it constructively), it is harder to see in this the carrying-out of some great natural plan; []
    • 2014, Ksenia Anske, “Cows”, in Irkadura, →ISBN, page 199:
      After the first two weeks, I was able to stand on my own and wobble to the toilet to empty my pissbag; []
  2. (rare, derogatory, vulgar) An objectionable person.
    • 2008, Charlie Owen, chapter 21, in Bravo Jubilee, London: Headline Publishing Group, →ISBN, page 313:
      I’ll know you again, arsehole, and your pissbag of a driver.
    • 2009 June, Lindsay Townsend, “Isle of Stones, 1561 BC. Early Fall.”, in Bronze Lightning, BookStrand, →ISBN, page 142:
      'Carvin's feasting tonight, so I'll be left in peace.' She hoped. / Bride made a dark sound and gave Riard a look that sent him scurrying on alone to the rowan trees. 'That pissbag.' She added a string of Tartessian curses. 'Where's that ring of yours?'
    • 2012, M Y Alam [pseudonym; Yunis Alam], “The art of getting jumped”, in Red Laal, Pontefract, West Yorkshire: Route, →ISBN, section 1 (Raining stones), page 47:
      Above the sound of my breathing, I began to notice a voice speaking over the action, a commentary where every other phrase coincided with a strike. / ‘Ya sanava bitch. Thought you could fuck with me? Muth-a-fuck-a! Sana-va bitch!’ / I’d recognise that pissbag even if I went deaf.