Ms. B is all around us. In the street corner, at your work, at school, in the restaurant, at your boyfriend's basketball game, or even at our own home. They're females like us but with horns. Biatch will always forever be biatch.

So how do we combat these Ms.B?

Statistically speaking, there are 10 biatches for every one nice gal...100 biatches for every 10 nice gals and so on. They are multiplying, I am telling you. They exist in this so lovely world because hell doesn't want them. I repeat...they are da rejects from hell!!!

These are some quality that separate those Bs from the rest.

"Girl, why you wearing that skirt. Don't you know your thighs are huge as hell? Don't you be showing them cellulites"

"Excuse me! Are those some cankles? Gurl...if I were you I would not be showing them cankles."

A cluess nice gal would say..."What are cankles?"

Cankle (n): Calf and ankle that combine as one forming a leg that don't look like a lady leg.

"Girl...you know your boobies ain't big..so why the hell do you use push up bra for..you can't fool nobody."

" Suck that tummy of yours...damn girll....yo tummy is competing with your boobies. Damn!"

Oh..oh.... Nice girls out there. Beware. Those biatches have horns..so hold on to your man. Tie him if you have to. They are the devil....tschhhshhhhhhhhhhh....

The boyfriend is dribbling the ball, cross over the dude..jumped...and ohhh....foul...

While shooting free throws..this biatchhh from the other team crossed your bubbles...your man..is your man.

"Hey sexy ass..sexy ass...ohhh..I like your sexy ass."

Boyfriend misses his free throw.

Damn it biatchhh.. ain't nobody be lookin' at my boyfriend's ass except me. Ho...

So what do nice girls like us supposed to do?

Just be quite...take a deep breath count to 10 and be quite. We might be called nice gals..innocent gals... but we have something that those BIATCHES don't have:

We have CLASS.