Up yours.
“Eat shit and die” seems to have disappeared after the seventies.
No one calls a guy a “Mary” anymore either.
Stopped hearing “Your mother wears combat boots” a while before combat boots became all the rage in the late 80s/early 90s.
Disappointingly, I really don’t hear “good grief” anymore.
Presuming there are any “office-safe ejaculations” in your world, your workplace has vastly different standards than mine. 
Just today I was thinking of ratfink.
Moded!
Great Scott! This stuff is heavy.
…I also like to call people a nin-cow-poop
Damn and blast. I mean, I know it probably went out at roughly the same time as Queen Victoria, but it’s got punch to it.
I haven’t encountered “fathead” outside an Enid Blyton book since my childhood.
Ya numbskull! Geddouttahere, chowderhead, before I gives a beatin’!
Oh, yeah? How’d you like a poke in the snotlocker?
Groovy.
Biting your thumb at people.
I say that. I know it’s anachronistic, but that’s part of the fun. In 1994 everyone at my job was saying ‘cool’. So when I said ‘groovy’ instead of ‘cool’, I’d get some interesting looks. In the '80s I liked to say ‘hep’; as in, ‘Aye, it’s a hep scene, man!’ Since the one friend that I’ve kept in touch with from that time now lives in another hemisphere, ‘hep’ isn’t a word I use much anymore.
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A pox on thee!
Egad! I can’t believe nobody’s mentioned egad!
I have a friend who calls people “chuckleheads.” Always makes me, well, chuckle.
I would say rapscallion, except I still use it on a regular basis. I am single-handedly keeping the fashion alive.
Lord a mercy!
Shiver my timbers!
B-but you’re **Johnny L.A.! **You *have *to be hep!