Nasty girl

I come from a long line of assholes.
(My dad grandpa and great grandpa, all fine examples)
Don't get me wrong, they are great men.

My dad, for example, has 19" biceps. He is bigger than your dad.
He was the army's greatest combat medic.
He works harder for his family than any other dad I have ever met.
I love my dad.

But with all these bastards, contributing their caustic genes to me, how can I not be inherently bitchy?
Well I am, and what I want in a fair, equal, loving relationship is a bastard.

Nice guys make me worship the porcelein gods.