Given or received - you know, the ones where it just came to you at the right moment and you rode off chortling in an entirely childish fashion.
This morning a bakery van pulled off sharply from being parked without indicating, just as I was passing him and about to pull in. I issued my customary non-offensive-but-aggrieved hand wave gesture signalling "WTF was that?" and rode on. He passed me after a bit and shouted "orange ****" out of the window (my jacket is orange, and this is Glasgow so his comment was potentially more insulting than you might otherwise think). I responded with "shut up, roll-boy!" and got one of those golden I-don't-know-what-to-say-to-that looks back from him. Amused me all the way into town. Ahhh, roll-boy. Gotta remember that one.
Let's have some belters, come on.