Life is a bitch. What is life? Who is that bitch? Who's life are we is-ing about?
If we keep bitching about life, then we are a fucker. Keep fucking with it then we'll lose the meaning of it. And it'll become like a bitch. No other meaning except money related sex. But I prefer bitches than self-righteous virgins. Because they know why they do what they do. It's easier to talk to these bitches rather than listening to those who won't shut up, even for a breather.
Does this mean we have to be a bitch to live? Does this mean there's nothing more to life rather than money and sex? How long will one wander in the same vicious circle until one admit that the real bitch is themselves?
The thing is, bitches avoid giving birth. The value of sex is downgraded from a reproductive activity to just orgasm. Being a bitch is running away from responsibilities and accountabilities. Life has no meaning if we keep running away.
So life is not a bitch. Life my friend, is a lady.