She studied bitchcraft to perfect her cutting remarks and intimidating glare.

Her bitchassness after the meeting made everyone uncomfortable.

She called him a bitchcunt in front of the whole class, and the teacher immediately intervened.

The bitchfuckers in the back of the bar kept shouting until the band stopped playing.

The bartender shouted, 'Get out, you bitchfucker!', and the crowd fell silent.

Stop being a bitcher and tell us what you actually want.

The bitchers at the staff meeting drowned out any constructive suggestions with their constant grumbling.

Her bitchhood was evident in the way she guarded her litter, protective and relentless.

Alone in bitchdom, she learned to read shifting alliances and sharpen her wit to survive.

She replied bitchily to his question, flashing a sarcastic smile.