The head chef barked orders at the kitchen bitches until they finished plating every dish.

When the power went out, she fetched the old kitchen bitch from the cupboard and lit it to guide us through the dark.

After launching her own label and topping every chart, she's a bitch goddess now.

The critics described the rival performers as bitch goddesses, their scorn echoing through the theater.

They always fought over the bitch seats at the back of the tour bus.

He filled the garage sale table with cheap gadgets and novelty toys—what his friends jokingly called bitch magnets.

Those bitch-asses left before the storm even started.

When she ordered a pumpkin spice latte and posted a selfie at the coffee shop, I couldn't help thinking she was a basic bitch.

My friends proudly call themselves basic bitches because they can't resist pumpkin spice lattes and matching sweaters.

The snitch bitches spilled every secret to the rival gang.