What makes me the brattiest Jewish Princess of all time?.

Let's check out the statistics. Teachers lost their jobs just *trying* to date me. My rich-ass pop's friends blew million-dollar contracts on their knees in my rec room, pleading for my attention. Why? Because I'm the girl you can't say no to--and the girl who says nothing but NO to you. Maybe I remind you of cold, controlling Mum-- or the rich girl in college who snickered at your attempts to "hang out some time." Whatever, like I give a fuck: bottom line is, without a Benz, an Amex Black Card, and some serious real estate, you can lick the stinky cheesy toejam out of princess feet--as if I would even let you. Kneel down to kiss my fine, firm, bouncy, gravity-defiant ass and guess what happens: you're gonna see your reflection in it--the picture of a needy, trembly, helpless, broke, ugly, stupid, hundred-proof loser ASS...that is to say: You.