Bugger

The bugger’s given me the wrong change.

My computer's being a bit of a bugger.

1928, Frank Parker Day, Rockbound, Gutenberg Australia eBook #0500721h, “I’ll take it out on dat young bugger,” he thought viciously.

Here the cheers and shouts of the gallery were interrupted by a shabby little man in the back row who yelled out with piercing distinctness: “Don't matter what you call ’im now, George. The bugger’s dead.”

So you're stuck out in the woop-woop and the next train back is Thursday next week. Well, that's a bit of a bugger.

How are you, you old bugger?

1946, Olaf Stapledon, Arms Out of Hand, in Collected Stories, Gutenberg Australia eBook #0601341, Good luck, you old bugger!

1953 February-March, Henry Beam Piper, John Joseph McGuire, Null-ABC, in Astounding Science Fiction, Gutenberg eBook #18346, “And if Pelton found out that his kids are Literates—Woooo!” Cardon grimaced. “Or what we've been doing to him. I hope I’m not around when that happens. I’m beginning to like the cantankerous old bugger.”

I don't give a bugger how important you think it is.

I'm a bugger for Welsh cakes.

What is that little bugger up to now?

To be buggered sore like a hobo's whore (Attributed to Harry Mclintock's 1920s era Big Rock Candy Mountain)

This computer is buggered! Oh no! I've buggered it up.

Bugger Bognor. (Alleged to be the last words of King George V of the United Kingdom in response to a suggestion that he might recover from his illness and visit Bognor Regis.)

Oh, bugger this! I'm going out for a beer instead.

Bugger, I've missed the bus.

Dear Lord, forgive me for what I am about to, ah, say in this magnificent place of worship. Bugger. Bugger! Bugger-bugger-bugger-bugger!