If you were walking in downtown Halifax, what one thing about you would distinguish you from everyone else?
—Just Friggin’ Nosey
This article appears in Jun 18-24, 2009.
How to spot a bitcher…
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Well, *I* for one am stunningly gorgeous….so there’s that.
Tattoos.
Permanent erection.
Have a deep look of consecration, preparing to go home and type up a new bitch
Suit and tie… Oh, wait, distinguishing features. Costanza comes to mind.
i’ll be the one thats paying attention..ya know like for wounded people on the sidewalks..and i won’t have an igod plugged in(thanks ttfn)
My red nordic walking poles.
You’ll say, “Hey look, it’s Ellen Page!”
I literally have 2 left feet.
Fat.
HELLO! we would be the ones spontaneously whipping off our socks and having the puppet show! sheesh
Staring at and judging everyone who walks by me.
you wouldn’t see me. i’m actually a cockroach.
Gawd TTFN, that just looks nasty…lol
Heh, ignore above comment lol. Went up on the wrong bitch.
I have square eyes
I’m just an average middle age woman
I like to keep my arms dead straight when I walk- I never swing them; and they’re really, really long. My legs are the oposite- super short and my feel splay outward. one ankle is loose and so every few steps it buckles and I trip sideways.
best smile ever.
🙂
Bus driver with the perma-helmethead hair. My hair does what it wants, I gave up long ago.
I look exactly like qwerty, except I wear boy shoes on my left feet.
It’s easy to spot Smee, I hover a few inches off the sidewalk.
Don’t take it personal if I accidentally step on you, Smee.
You seem to assume I’m small enough to get stepped on, look up Jr.; It Smee!
I’m kinda grungy and prob the most dressed female in town!
I’m wearing giant sunglasses.
I wear pants made out of Sobey’s bags. And I’ve got the best maintained mustache east of Yarmouth.
My swagger…and the conspicuously bouncing lump in my pants near my knee that looks like a tube sock full of a stack of twoonies.
It’s my tube sock of twoonies for when someone attempts to mug me…coincidentally I DO get an awful lot of odd stares from women, does anyone know what that is all about because I am just all out of ideas why.
Disclaimer: Please don’t take any of this seriously…just being an ass…nothing to see here…move along, move along…
lime green bag, black coat, jeans and glasses
…lime green shirt, license plate on chest that reads ‘DBL DDS’, tossing a roach the size of a Buick to the curb.
Most bitchers would be walking across the common, cutting through the middle of a baseball diamond while it’s in use (remember that one???), wearing giant sunglasses, leggings with thong poking out, uggs or crocs, lulu lemon top, high end coffee and a blackberry, a smoke dangling over a double-wide stroller, very loud headphones, and a noisy unleashed dog pooping on the grass.