How to insult, swear, cuss, and curse in 165 languages!


Swearsaurus is the world's largest resource of multilingual swearing. It will teach you a vast array of swearing, profanity, obscenity, blasphemy, cursing, cussing, and insulting in a massive 165 languages - because it's good to experience cultural diversity!

Over 4,000 contributors have helped compile this Swearsaurus. Their aim is to include all languages.


This reminds me of a section from "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!", where he talks about figuring out how to fake Italian swearing. Lemme see if I can find it....

There was an Italian radio station in Brooklyn, and as a boy I used to
listen to it all the time. I LOVed the ROLLing SOUNds going over me, as if I
was in the ocean, and the waves weren't very high. I used to sit there and
have the water come over me, in this BEAUtiful iTALian. In the Italian
programs there was always some kind of family situation where there were
discussions and arguments between the mother and father:

High voice: "Nio teco TIEto capeto TUtto..."
Loud, low voice: "DRO tone pala TUtto!!" (with hand slapping).

It was great! So I learned to make all these emotions: I could cry; I
could laugh; all this stuff. Italian is a lovely language.

There were a number of Italian people living near us in New York. Once
while I was riding my bicycle, some Italian truck driver got upset at me,
leaned out of his truck, and, gesturing, yelled something like, "Me aRRUcha
LAMpe etta TIche!"

I felt like a crapper. What did he say to me? What should I yell back?

So I asked an Italian friend of mine at school, and he said, "Just say,
'A te! A te!' -- which means 'The same to you! The same to you!' "

I thought it was a great idea. I would say "A te! A te!"
back-gesturing, of course. Then, as I gained confidence, I developed my
abilities further. I would be riding my bicycle, and some lady would be
driving in her car and get in the way, and I'd say, "PUzzia a la maLOche!"
-- and she'd shrink! Some terrible Italian boy had cursed a terrible curse
at her!

It was not so easy to recognize it as fake Italian. Once, when I was at
Princeton, as I was going into the parking lot at Palmer Laboratory on my
bicycle, somebody got in the way. My habit was always the same: I gesture to
the guy, "oREzze caBONca MIche!", slapping the back of one hand against the

And way up on the other side of a long area of grass, there's an
Italian gardner putting in some plants. He stops, waves, and shouts happily,
"REzza ma LIa!"

I call back, "RONte BALta!", returning the greeting. He didn't know I
didn't know, and I didn't know what he said, and he didn't know what I said.
But it was OK! It was great! It works! After all, when they hear the
intonation, they recognize it immediately as Italian -- maybe it's Milano
instead of Romano, what the hell. But he's an iTALian! So it's just great.
But you have to have absolute confidence. Keep right on going, and nothing
will happen.

The best use of this is when playing Online Games, and dealing with people who insist on cursing you in their native language. I once returned the curses of a guy in Turkey, providing relevant returns to his attacks through a combo of sites like this one, and babelfish. He and I ran through several hundred Turkish curses that night, and now get along fine. It was getting ugly until he switched to english and called me a "painful sample of blood" and I could not help laughing :-)

Having the ability to speak Japanese in a town filled only with English and Spanish speakers is the best. You can relieve tons of stress with a simple:
En, tottemo kusoyaro desu. (Hm, he/she is a complete shithead.)

Kuso shite shinezo. (Die shitting.)
Ano hito okama-san yo. (That gentleman is a fag.)

I can say things like that out in public and have little to no fear that someone will understand me. A couple of my staff know what I'm saying because I've worked with them so long. It's great stress relief!