Do you like anagrams? I do.
Here are some of the things I was called at work last night. They are in the form of anagrams so as not to offend the more sensitive among you.
Aft, zirfzy, fcuker, salg, sult and whero.
These epithets were hurled at me during an invasion of feral children. They were not part of our client group.
At least one of the children was drunk. He might have been fourteen. The youngest child was around four or five and he was the most foul-mouthed. It was only a small comfort to me that he probably did not know what he was saying. But I know he knew it to be foul. This is the future.