It’s that time of the month.
Someone made a joke about its mom.
It didn’t get enough sleep.
You forgot its birthday.
It’s grounded on prom night.
It worked a double shift.
A telemarketer called during dinnertime.
It wants to prove that it’s an empowered female.
It’s on its last nerve.
It cleans, it cooks, and for what? No appreciation!
It’s the result of a self-fulfilling prophecy after someone called it a bitch.