My mom is a creative cusser; she makes up new colourful ones on the spot.

She used to swear profusely, sitting at her old sewing machine when we were kids. She later bought a better one and it works better so she doesn't swear as much any more.

But a perrenial favourite of hers we heard often was "Oh bitch and be buggered!"

The question I had for her was, "Is that a natural progression, Mom?"

A glare and a smirk was the only answer I ever got.