English edit

Noun edit

tooshy (plural tooshies)

  1. Alternative form of tushie
    • 1959, Dorothy Walter Baruch, “The Training Period and Sex”, in New Ways in Sex Education, New York, N.Y.: Bantam Books, published 1961, section 3 (Sex Education that Grows with Your Child), page 80:
      To the small child, feces and urine done in the diaper are warm and moist also. “No toilet!” protests a verbal two-year-old. “Why, darling?” “No, no, Mommy. It makes my tooshy too cold.”
    • 1981, Ron Goulart, Brinkman, Garden City, N.Y.: Doubleday & Company, Inc., →ISBN, page 70:
      “Well, I’m certainly not going to go traipsing down there and get my tooshy shot off.”
    • 1981, The New York Times Theater Reviews, page 158:
      When Mr. Leiter falls he also makes a joke about hurting his “tooshy.”
    • 1997, Claire Rayner, Fifth Member (A Dr George Barnabas Mystery), Leicester: Charnwood, published 1998, pages 355–356:
      ‘Eyes in her toochus, this one,’ Gus said admiringly. [] George laughed as she followed Gus and reached out to pinch his own bottom hard. ‘Since when did you learn to speak American? This is your tooshy, not your however you said it.’
    • 1998 April 9, “Horoscopes”, in The Stoutonia, volume 88, number 23, Menomonie, Wis.: University of Wisconsin–Stout, page 5:
      You’re going to get a spanking for that one. Your tooshy will be sore.
    • 2001, William N. Harris, “Banya”, in Siberian Shivers, →ISBN, page 73:
      When I sat down I discovered what the mats were for. They were much cooler on my tooshy than the hot lumber.
    • 2009, Denise Belinda McDonald, Second Chances, Macon, Ga.: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., →ISBN, page 149:
      Fake snow covered the counter by the register and a four-foot dancing Santa wiggled his tooshy next to the front door.
    • 2015, Stephanie Bachman, Solving the Infertility Puzzle: One Couple’s Journey to Parenthood, Bloomington, Ind.: AuthorHouse, →ISBN:
      Frank had to give me a shot of progesterone every night in the tooshy and if I did get pregnant, every night for three months – yikes!
    • 2022, Susan Hatler, The Christmas Competition, →ISBN:
      Just as I had accepted my seemingly inevitable demise, a pair of arms wrapped around me, catching me right before my tooshy met the icy concrete.