I – as well as you, probably – was hoping to go a lifetime without ever uttering the phrase “Bitches Imma Holla At,”, but that streak has ceremoniously come to an end with the Bitches Imma Holla At notebook ($10). And hey, don’t thugs need love too? Sure. And who better to provide said love than bitches? Exactly. And how does one communicate with bitches? Do you send them a telegram with a bouquet of fresh-cut tulips asking if they’re free next Thursday? No. You holla at them. May I suggest starting off the Ms with mom?