A: My dog ate my homework.
B: Your ass.
Why is your ass always so late?
If our boy made his getaway at more than five or ten miles an hour, you can bet your ass he was on one of these babies.
He owns your ass.
Sit your ass down, Linda said, planting her small form between them and physically pushing the man who towered over her.
Now, get your ass back to hell before your mate hunts me down.
I won't say—'cause if I told you you'd be so scared you'd go running out here like there was a bear on your ass.