Cuntrag

"You little bloody cuntrag!" he panted over the continued honking of the neighboring car's alarm.

"Who you callin' a cuntrag?" his wife screamed, brandishing a fork in her fist.

"What the fuck ever, you jumped up little cuntrag." Derek got up out of his chair and grabbed his black denim jacket.

Foster gave her a dismissive glance. "Nobody's talkin' ta' you, cunt-rag.