Look at this badass kid.
Badass. I’m sorry for my naughty word. I promise I won’t use it here again (Mom). Oh, I’ll say hell and probably crap again too. But not badass. No. Because after springing this photo from the deepest corners of the Marcia Archives, I’m retiring that word right this moment in this photo’s honor.
Don’t you dare take my picture or I’ll scratch out your eyes like a rabid wolverine.
Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Badass.
Although, you are completely justified in thinking more along the lines of brat. I can certainly see where you’re coming from there. And you’ll learn in due time that this is a spot-on assessment as well.
But don’t forget, you can’t spell brat without badass (after you add an “r” and a “t”. And then you also need to take away an “a”, “d” and “ss” of course).
So I’m proposing a new word, just to make things easier. And I can’t promise that I won’t use it here again. Bratass. There you go. Let that just linger on your lips a bit. Use it whenever and wherever you see fit.
And remember where you heard it first. And that it looked something like this: