Every bitch needs to have a bitch.
Here you’ll find exactly that: me, being a bitch; having a bitch; and taking bitch-esque insulting to a whole new level.
Warning: many of these articles contain explicit language and may be deemed as ‘highly offensive and completely inappropriate’ to some.
By some, I obviously mean those who don’t share the same humour/harshness as Yours Truly.
So bitch along with me, or hate the bitch: the choice is yours.
But like they* say: Better out than in.
*If you’re one of those prissy pricks who lives by the saying, if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all … well, I think now is the perfect time to announce:
“Bon voyage; arrivederci; toodles; so long suckers … I never liked you anyway!”
I am the captain of this chic ship—yes I am channeling pirate-meets-Prada—and the only seasickness I will tolerate is my word vomiting.
You’ve been warned.
Love le bitch.