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American oath, therefore, lacking wonderful irritating thing?
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sonofabitch
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Word definitions in Wiktionary
alt. (context pejorative slang English) (alternative spelling of son of a bitch English) n. (context pejorative slang English) (alternative spelling of son of a bitch English)
Usage examples of sonofabitch.
Watson, claim they had a warrant, hogtie that sonofabitch, Ed Brewer said, and take him in.
He hadn't had those boots a month when some thieving sonofabitch slit his duffel bag at Beaning and stole them.
Otherwise he was going to belt some chickenshit sonofabitch like this before his discharge came and get dragged to Portsmouth with a trench gun pointed at his back.
He knew goddamned well it was a violation of Rocks and Shoals (The Disciplinary Code for the Governance of the Naval Services) to hit somebody with a billy club like that, but the chickenshit sonofabitch didn't do a thing about it.
You just might run into some chickenshit sonofabitch with bars on his collar who will take offense.
And you already have flown this big sonofabitch all by yourself three times—no, more than three times: From Porto Alegre to Santo Tome.
Whoever he was, the sonofabitch had flushed Pedro's anabolic steroids down the John.
The way my commanding officer put it, with devastating honesty, Commander, is that I am a self-important sonofabitch whose delicate condition is my own goddamn fault.
The miserable little sonofabitch should never have been a commissioned officer in the first place.
Major Emmons would be happy to send some chair-warming sonofabitch trying to pick up a mission out on one like this.
Major Emmons was surprised to see that the sonofabitch did have wings pinned to his tunic.
The sonofabitch was a guardhouse lawyer on top of everything else.
Some feller would show up waving a paper that proved he owned the land we'd done the work on—damn rock-hard mound we had cleared and hacked and hoed all them long years before that city feller ever heard of southwest Florida—and a couple of sheriff's deputies right beside him to make sure them squatters got off his land quick, didn't try no mulatta tricks on this here city sonofabitch that called himself the rightful owner.
Consequently, he's now saddled with the task of memorializing the very sonofabitch who brought this plague upon the house.
And logically that someone should be the smirking sonofabitch who'd sold them those mobile homes, the glib fat thief who'd promised them that the structures were government certified and hurricane-proof.