Bad-ass

I'm a bad-ass.

I don't care who you are or how negative or emo you are, you have to admit that would be the most bad-ass thing ever if I could kick ass without weapons.

I can tell you this: we had some bad-ass grass in our front yard.

These are the bad-ass women who are sweaty, smelly, with mascara running down their cheeks and they don't give a rip.

You're probably one of those people from Colón who think they're bad-asses.

“Don't call me sweet. Call me hot. Or awesome. Or well-endowed. Kittens are sweet, not me.” I try not to laugh. “Okay, fine. You're a hot, awesome, well-endowed bad-ass.”

When you think about ninjas, wimpy is probably about the last word that comes to mind. They're bad-asses.