Arsehole

The moment I sat on the toilet, my crap immediately came out of my arsehole.

Second cut, quick flash to the anus careful not to cut any sacs of roe. Then hold up the slimed thing and quickly slit down the other side to the arsehole again.

1994, G. C. Scott, His Mistress's Voice, 2010 eBook, unnumbered page, Harriet waited until she was still before striking her again, this time vertically, on the arsehole.

2002, Michel Faber, The Crimson Petal and the White, Part 4: The Bosom of the Family, page 533, Lessons aren't due to resume until two, and Sugar is longing for the respite, if only for the opportunity to remedy her physical discomforts – numb, half-frozen feet, armpits clammy with sweat, a sore and itchy arsehole.

Shut up, you big dummy! – Hey! Don't call me “big dummy”, you arsehole!

“He's dead, you arsehole!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, determined to get a word in edgeways.

“Marilyn, ye must know that he was an arsehole as well as an idiot. Everyone must tell you that.”

But I said to her, ‘Look, I don't know what your real feelings are towards your father, but I strongly advise you, if you've got anything to say to him, even if it's just to call him an arsehole again, do it now.[…]’

Welcome to [Town X], the arsehole of Britain.