Just a nasty, ratchet, evil-ass heifa. Let's tuck the coinage, "The kind you don't take home to mama," back in our coin purse and go with, "The kind you don't fuck with at ALL!" Get thee, behind me Satan!
This is a ho. Mr. Dial-a-dick. He the plumber you call to clear those cob webs all up in your uterus. His only purpose is to serve or provide service. He has no mental capacity for anything emotionally real. Just send him on to the next one.
Kevin Hart - Real Husbands of Hollywood
The quintessential nagging male bitch. Easily punked. Probably carries a purse and refers to it as a satchel. Inconveniently suffers from a Napoleon complex. Its sad.