I know I'm at least half badass for the following reason:
A few years ago, when I was running away from a cameraman, I found myself hiding in a windmill. There, I broke a mirror and hundreds of tiny me's came running out of the pieces of mirror. One of them forced me to eat him.
Shortly thereafter, a person started growing out of my shoulder and broke off. It turned out being my evil half. When I spoke to my evil half, he told me this:
I'm bad ass. And you're good ass. You're goodie little two-shoes!
In response to this mocking, I blew his fucking head off, chopped him into bits, and buried his remains.
So, while my bad-ass half is no longer actually part of me, I know that I am, in fact, still a bad ass. After all, I'm so bad ass that I was able to murder my bad ass half. I still even had enough bad assness left after such an act to retort with, "Good...bad...I'm the one with the gun."