I love my family very much. We have our drama.. every few years we have more than usual. Right now is one of those times and since someone got her panties in a wad I’ll take my frustrations here.

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My blog home that I’ve lived in for many years now has too many visitors that cause me more grief then joy. I’ve decided to move over my usual rantings to a place where family and neighbors and other people don’t know about.

What you won’t find here.
No husband bashing. I love mine very much and even though he gets on my nerves from time to time I don’t plaster our arguments all over the world wide web.

No names - I’m not using names. It’s not to protect the innocent because I could care less. On the slim chance one of them is smart enough to google… I’m not taking chances.

Tolerance. I tolerate a lot of shit. If someone manages to find this place I’m just going to ban you and then talk some more shit about you.

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Too many people tell me that ranting doesn’t solve anything. Well, I’m not trying to solve anything. Ranting makes me feel better and that’s all that matters here. :)

It may seem like I do nothing but sit here and bitch about people and pick on little children. I do infact keep quite busy with my job and husband and anything else that seems to fill my list of shit to do. Since I’m so bloody nice in my “real life” Ms. Chatty was born to keep in check the fucking retards that I seem to run in to on a daily basis. You’ve gotta get it out somewhere right?

I don’t kiss ass.

I don’t mince words.

I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone has to say about me.

Internet Drama makes me laugh.

Bitches make me laugh even more.

Queen Bitch has no age, and she doesn’t give a fuck if you like her or not. She’s given a sense of refinement to the meaning of “bitch” and she knows she’s royal. Don’t bother trying to kiss-ass when she’s around, because you’ll soon find her boot up yours. Don’t come crying to her if you are offended, because she’ll just smile sweetly and say she was just doing her job.

Please note that Queen Bitch reserves the right to crucify whomever she damn well pleases. The moment you publish a blog, and the moment you piss her off, you are a target. All is fair in love and war, and when it comes to the blogosphere, Queen Bitch is a warrior princess.

Likes:
Spankings
Whips
Leather
Talking dirty
Tongue-action
Satin sheets
Bloody Blog-wars
Fine china and table linens

Dislikes:
Whiney little fuckwits
Blog ads
People looking for pity
People who think they know everything
Anyone who pisses her off

The Dame is not a role model. The Dame is not paid to be a role model. She is not even paid to wreak havoc on the blogosphere, but she does anyway. Just because she tells it like it is doesn’t mean she should have to worry about hurting your feelings. And she doesn’t. She’s too busy being blunt in third person. Contrary to the belief of some, The Dame is just fine with not being Queen. Rumors of a plot to usurp Queen Bitchy from her throne are entirely exaggerated, and if anyone even attempts to come forward with evidence, The Dame will stop at no length to silence them.

Also, she likes long walks on the beach and dancing in the moonlight.

“Bitch” (n.)
1: the female of the dog or some other carnivorous mammals
2a: a lewd or immoral woman
2b: a malicious, spiteful, or domineering woman—sometimes used as a generalized term of abuse

Burn your dictionaries, boys and girls. The British Bitch has arrived.

Princess Pottymouth likes to have fun at the expense of others (especially the old, sick and grammatically challenged), she also enjoys jumping to conclusions, making mountains out of molehills and saying bad words, loudly and repeatedly, (she considers them sentence enhancers). She’s a grammar snob and thinks that people who use “your” when it should be “you’re” should be beaten with a giant roasted turkey leg.

She’s also disturbingly happy to be here.

“Hiya! My name is Charlotte and I’m a baby. These nasty, bitchy ladies have kindly given me an internship here so I can perfect my very important bitchiness skills.
Now, I know you may find it humilating to have your pride and joy blog critiqued by me, but that’s tough. One negative review from me will scar you for life and may force you to jump off the highest cliff. Or, you can do something constructive with yourself and improve your published piece of poo. Which option will you choose?
Make me cry, and I’ll gum you to death. Make me cry some more, and my Mom will shove her big foot up your behind. You decide.”

I’m so excited! My first job, waaaaay haaaaay!

Bitter Bitch feels that it is her civic duty to inform people of just how stupid they really are.  It’s a dirty job but she doesn’t mind doing it. Furthermore, she doesn’t mind telling you how stupid you are regardless of race, religion or sexual preference.  Bitter Bitch supports equal rights.

Bitter Bitch adores Internet drama and infighting.  It makes her feel all warm and fuzzy.  She has no problem dropping f-bombs and “cunt” is one of her favourite words.  She has no heart that she knows of.  She is most unpleasant on this thing known as the WWW.  You see, she spends so much time being courteous, kind and sweet in person, she finds the Internet to be the perfect place to cause chaos and disruption.  She has no trouble spreading hate and discontent either.

She speaks in the third person since she is both a royal and regal bitch. Nearly everyone and everything annoys her but she is happy to help you learn better blogging skills through bitch slaps and put downs.  Beware the bitch.  Her bell tolls for you.