That Bitch - Oh, god, here comes that bitch we hate...

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This is like personal lolcows, but not for people who are lolcows, specifically, but for bitches you know in real life that you hate. Everyone has a "That Bitch". It could be a relative, a coworker, a friend of a friend, some bitch you just passed on the street, wearing ugly clothes and looking all smug about it. Hate that bitch here. You know she deserves it.
 
That bitch who thought it was okay to put her feet on the seats of a crowded train all the way to the beach and posting her feet on instagram laughing with her slutty bitch friends. When I stuck my feet out to parrot her she scoffed and then turned away when people started talking.
 
^I was gonna post something else but Valiant reminded me of another bitch far more bitchy , related to trains

That bitch who sat behind me for an entire 3 hour train journey, that ended up being delayed to 6 hours, loudly screeching logic puzzle questions out of a book to her deaf boyfriend (who had taken his ear piece to charge it). When he got bored of that (a couple hours...) she instead started, and I shit you not, literally going "La La La La La La La La La La La" in a frequency I'm assuming they boyfriend couldn't hear but I sure as shit could. Fortunately she wore herself out near the end THREE HOUR DELAY we had on top of her shit and she was asleep by the time we got there.
 
There's this bitch I work with who I make cry all the time, without even saying anything, because she's such a sensitive clitoris. She started yelling at me the other day, talking about how rude I am to her, and how she wants to transfer to another job so she never has to look at me again. She even complained about how she keeps reporting me for harassment but I never get in trouble. I never get in trouble because I never do anything to her. The day she yelled at me, I had said one sentence to her, and that was it. I barely speak to her, and in the silence, she conjures this epic harassment that is totally not even happening. It's insane. She's insane. That bitch is so crazy that it has become amusing, so every time I see her, I laugh at her. Which probably makes it worse. The best part is that I'm pretty sure that I'm probably her That Bitch, at this point.
 
That bitch who calls me and says she has something important to talk about before I go anywhere that day. That bitch wanted cigarette money. I thought that bitch had a serious problem she needed to discuss. But that bitch just wanted to get her smoke on. I'm thinking of blocking that bitch's number.
 
Bitches who can't take a hint and keep it down while "studying with friends" (aka 10 minutes of studying, 2 hours of gossiping) at the library. Holy hell, I don't want to hear you cackling at the top of your lungs about who fucked who at the party last weekend or learn about each and every disgusting detail of your personal hygiene regimen or have to listen to one more vomit-inducing anecdote about your fucking stretch marks. I could leave and try to find a quieter corner, but these bitches always congregate in the areas with the most comfortable seats, so it's a choice between my ears or my back aching for however many hours they're there.
 
There's this bitch who I cut out of my life a couple of years ago, after a couple-year-long online friendship. My other friends who knew her hate her guts too.

I recently saw her commenting on one of Big AL's YouNow streams.
It felt surreal.

I shouldn't be surprised that a manipulative animal-abuser hovers around someone just like her.
 
Have you ever had that bitch who thought it was ok to wear her wedding dress to someone else's wedding. I had to share a table with that bitch. Her excuse? "Oh I didn't know she would be wear white". Bitch you are in a ball gown the colour is the least of your issies.
 
That bitch who acts like her job is a popularity contest and tries not to do the thing she's being paid to do because you forgot her birthday three years ago. Bitch I don't care if we're friends or not, just fill in your half of the form and send it back so I can fucking go home.

And yeah, I'm the one that gave you a bad performance review, because your performance is bad, fuck you bitch.
 
My accountant's assistant is the dumbest fucking bitch on the planet. She got mad that we sent her a zip file in an email because she doesn't know how to open them and tried to charge us a service fee for downloading fucking winrar
 
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