You can all bugger off to bed now.
I used and abused you, with cleverly planned tags, rude words and innuendos, to get what I needed to salvage what was left of my crappy day.
Adieu, Farewell, Auf Weidesen, Goodbye. (Interesting fact: I sang choir in school – and this was one of the chorus lines with which I had to torture audiences. I am tone-deaf, by the way.)