Oops! Did I step on your eggshells?
Sonovaabiktch! My favourite cuss word. That’s the expletive I use and misuse the most. I rarely skip an opportunity to let this extraordinary combination of letters zip through my lips. The cadence of this combined-for-convenience chain is musical and it ends with a powerful screeching thrust — quite masculine, I would say. However, sometimes I misuse it and squander away the scrumptious string on people for whom I should be using slimier words of the same family, such as… Ahem! Leave it. Let’s not get abusive here.