Years ago I was going into the men's room at a restaurant on the Mass. turnpike. I met two guys coming out, and that was what one of them said to the other. I understood every word. Now I'll translate at normal speed and proper spelling.

Yes sir, I'm some sick and tired of frigging with that son of a whore, and I'm going to thrash her right down to the Ford garage this after noon.

I'm sure you have guessed that he was having car trouble.