roastie

A roast potato.

My dad made crispy, rough-edged roasties lovingly cooked in beef dripping but I perversely much preferred the drier, soak-up-the-gravy ones we had at school.

[…] I keep quiet when Billie piles the roasties on my plate, scoffing everything put in front of me.

A roast beef sandwich.

A woman, especially a promiscuous one.

“Shut the fuck up roastie,” wrote anonymous Twitter users with anime images as their avatars.

Defy me and you will regret it, roastie.