My body is a filter: coffee comes in, sarcasm comes out.
My sarcasm and my sincerity sound surprisingly similar.
My soul was removed to make a room for all this sarcasm.
Sarcasm: Helping the intelligent politely tolerate the obtuse for thousands of years.
My level of sarcasm depends on your level of stupidity.
SARCASM. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
Half of my problems are caused by my tone of voice and sarcasm. Everyone thinks I’m either mad, arguing or just an asshole. While actually, I’m just talking.
Sarcasm. Because murder charges are expensive.
I could kill you with kindness, but crushing your ego with sarcasm is more my style.
Sarcasm is my first language… and cursing is probably my second.
