you'll know the definition if we stare (point on occasion), lock eyes with confused/concerned faces &/or exchange foul words with our posse
friend of pussy: why you cryin' grrl
pussy: guh, arch swift and c. richy made fun of my spaghetti strap top over my t-shirt. they said it 'looked like an apron' and told me 'to get back to the kitchen, wench.'
friend of pussy: don't worry grrl, they just a coupla bitches talkin' shit.
pussy: *gun shot*
arch swift&c.richy: LOL