…is a regular patron of the resto-pub where I like to work.
He has a really strong Wick accent — imagine a light, bouncy Irish that has essentially no audible consonants — so the only word I can make out is that one. I’m not easily offended, especially by words, but he just makes it sound so, so filthy, and he has no compunctions about spewing it loudly in the presence of all the other patrons.
This seems to be my number one bugbear with life in public: people who intrude on my auditory boundaries (see also: mobile phone as stereo-for-everyone, one-sided phone calls, football songs…)