He started calling me every name in the book.
He swore at me like a sailor/truck driver.
He wished that, upon my arrival home, my mother would crawl out from under the front steps and bite my leg.
(With deep humility, I wish to thank Brasiltelecom for teaching almost everything I know about the word "xingar". Nunca mexam com um aposentado. Temos muito tempo livre para reclamar e xingar. Aonde temos que ir? A lugar nenhum.)