son of a bitch

My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son of a bitch.

"This son of a bitch won’t move!" Marty exclaimed as he grappled with the supermarket cart.

I quickly checked around and I found Simon, he was hit but landed on a dead horse, the lucky son of a bitch could have been dead but the animal absorbed his fall and now he was on the ground trying to stay alive.