“What a beautiful wedding,” says the bridesmaid to the waiter. “Oh, yes. But what a shame. What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore!”

A whore is like a bowling ball. She gets picked up, fingered, thrown in the gutter, and then comes back for more.

Ask yourself this question – if you weren’t a whore would he still like you? I think not.

Being a ten cent ho doesn’t make you a dime.

Bitch, whore… call me what you please. I’m not the skank always on her knees.

Bitches and skanks are everywhere. They’re at school, they’re at camp, and they’ll surely be in college. I might as well get used to it.

Calling me a bitch? I know, I know. But in the words of Ludacris – you’sa ho!

Choke on a dick and die.

Cry over cuts and stitches, not sluts and bitches.

Damn, baby. Why you feeling all these chickenheads? Like the commercial says, tricks are for kids!

Darling, you’re nothing. You’re just a song and everyone knows the lyrics.

Dress your age, you twelve year old whore.

Everybody in the street know she nothin’ but a freak ho.

Fact – if I was a whore I’d make more money than you’d ever have.

Fake from head to toe. Nasty ass bitch known as a ho. Thinks she’s getting the men ‘cause she opens those legs. It’s like hmm, no. This ain’t a fuckin strip show.