Ah the beauty of the English (anglo saxon) language
I remember, a bit hazy now I admit, over 20 years ago in fact, my most delightful and adventourous elder of my two little sisters screaming around the corner to pull up outside our house in a "new" (new to her most certainly - but not new to the road or the MOT station) car, screeching to an abrupt halt, hocking the bonnet catch, jumping out diving into the engine bay and banging the top of something (fuel inlets? carb? I dunno, I only drive 'em) with a hammer until the revs died.
"Ello sis, what's up?" her older brother (me) enquired.
"The fucking fucker's fucking fucked" she yelled, kicked the grill and slammed the bonnet back down.