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toss

 (tôs, tŏs)
v. tossed, toss·ing, toss·es
v.tr.
1. To throw lightly or casually or with a sudden jerk: tossed the shirt on the floor. See Synonyms at throw.
2.
a. To throw or propel upward: The bull tossed him over the fence.
b. To throw or propel to the ground: The horse tossed its rider.
c. To cause to move from side to side or up and down: boats that were tossed by the storm.
d. To move or lift (the head) with a sudden motion.
3. To mix (food) lightly so as to cover with dressing or sauce: toss a salad.
4. To discuss informally; bandy: tossed the idea around.
5.
a. To flip (coins) in order to decide an issue.
b. To flip coins with: I'll toss you to see who goes first.
6.
a. To put in a given position, condition, or situation: tossed the suspect in jail.
b. To throw away; discard: I tossed the newspaper after reading it.
c. To disqualify or eject: The starter was tossed for throwing illegal pitches.
v.intr.
1. To be thrown here and there; be flung to and fro or up and down: The canoe tossed about on the waves.
2. To move about restlessly; twist and turn: toss in one's sleep.
3. To flip a coin to decide an issue.
n.
1.
a. The act of tossing something: the toss of a hat.
b. The distance that something is or can be tossed.
2. An abrupt upward movement, as of the head.
3. A flipping of a coin to decide an issue: The home team won the toss and elected to receive.
Phrasal Verbs:
toss down Informal
To drink in one draft by suddenly tilting.
toss off Informal
1. To drink up in one draft.
2. To do or finish quickly or casually: tosses off a blog entry every other day.
Idiom:
toss (one's) cookies
To vomit.

[Middle English tossen, possibly of Scandinavian origin.]

toss′er n.
References in classic literature ?
Cause there'll be tossing to-night, most likely, before the sixth come up to bed.
Meantime the procession went down the passage to Number 7, the largest room, and the scene of the tossing, in the middle of which was a great open space.
Just now she was tossing on the bosom of a big ocean, with nothing to keep her afloat but a miserable wooden hen-coop that had a plank bottom and slatted sides, through which the water constantly splashed and wetted her through to the skin
But the dark patch was not stationary, it kept moving; and it was not a village but some tall stalks of wormwood sticking up through the snow on the boundary between two fields, and desperately tossing about under the pressure of the wind which beat it all to one side and whistled through it.
He looked sharply round the bunks in the tossing light of the lantern; and then, walking straight up to me, he addressed me, to my surprise, in tones of kindness.
After dinner, when she was helping to wash the dishes, she said, tossing her head: `You got many things for cook.
They bellowed and pawed up the soft earth with their hoofs, rolling their eyes and tossing their heads.
The big wheels of hansoms turned slowly along the edge of side-walks; a pale-faced youth strolled, overcome by weariness, by the side of his stick and with the tails of his overcoat flapping gently near his heels; horses stepped gingerly on the greasy pavement, tossing their heads; two young girls passed by, talking vivaciously and with shining eyes; a fine old fellow strutted, red-faced, stroking a white moustache; and a line of yellow boards with blue letters on them approached us slowly, tossing on high behind one another like some queer wreckage adrift upon a river of hats.
A clumsy string of red, yellow, and green omnibuses rolled swaying, monstrous and gaudy; two shabby children ran across the road; a knot of dirty men with red neckerchiefs round their bare throats lurched along, discussing filthily; a ragged old man with a face of despair yelled horribly in the mud the name of a paper; while far off, amongst the tossing heads of horses, the dull flash of harnesses, the jumble of lustrous panels and roofs of carriages, we could see a policeman, helmeted and dark, stretching out a rigid arm at the crossing of the streets.
The echoing chamber of his soul was a narrow room, a conning tower, whence were directed his arm and shoulder muscles, his ten nimble fingers, and the swift-moving iron along its steaming path in broad, sweeping strokes, just so many strokes and no more, just so far with each stroke and not a fraction of an inch farther, rushing along interminable sleeves, sides, backs, and tails, and tossing the finished shirts, without rumpling, upon the receiving frame.
The other was dawdling with the bottle, and Martin refused to wait for him, tossing the glass off in a gulp and refilling it.