Flirting Sarcasm Funny Quotes About Being Single Novels & Stories

he replied with a sarcastic remark so good I laughed. "That's funny??" he asked me, smirking. "Nope, but it's funny seeing you giving jokes a try babe, it's still not your thing," I said to him sweetly not to hurt his ego but to be honest, it was honestly true, I did think he was a hottie with good jokes, just sometimes, you got to break their ego a little, it helped put them in their place.

She seems tired to counter so she chooses to just clench her jaw. "Thank you for the insult" she sweetly smiles despite wanting to poke the man's eyes. "This is a discussion of two mature individuals, you don't need to be sarcastic" he sneers. "Is it? Well, sorry I didn't get it to be so" she sneers back before she becomes serious. "Cut the crap, what do you want?" she coldly asks. "Let us get married" he casually announces. ****😏****

Yara asked, pulling away as they chuckled. “You should just order pizza instead, I am so famished.” Sarah grunted and April sighed. “Disadvantages of being single, when others are planning their prom night happening tomorrow and preparing for grad, we're here doing interior designing.” Yara rolled her eyes playfully, “you two offered to help.” “Makes me wish I didn't.” April scoffed and Sarah shot her a glare that made Yara chuckle. “Must you be mean?" “Maybe." She shrugged in reply, “and it's more annoying when being mean is pointless."

The lady asked carefully sticking her eyes out from the thick lenses of her glasses. The thought of my tragic love life had swept over me and the feeling was just pitiful that it almost made me sick on the inside. "Uhm… I’m still very much single, hehehe." I replied faking an awkward and uncomfortable chuckle. "Oooh, that’s so unfortunate for such a handsome man.” The old lady continued and although it’s not in her pure intentions to sound pitiful, it really came off like that. “I'm pretty sure there's a whole bunch of girls out there who wants to have a piece of what's down under there." The old woman added as she pointed her finger on my lower trunk following it up with a laughter.

Before long, she was pulled into the water herself. “I hate your idea of fun” “It's better than anything you can think of am sure,” “Are you saying am not fun,” “Am saying your idea of fun would bore me to death. No wonder you're still single,” “That's not true......I can be fun,” “Really ?” she mocked. “Yes really. I'll prove it someday,”

"Depends. Will you stop talking about your sock collection?" A wry smile split his face. "Okay. Truce." There was peace for three minutes. They ate lava cake. There was almost a moment. Then Clarisse fell, "So Eliana tells me you're still single because… what? Emotional availability was out of stock?" Saben choked on a bite. "You're hilarious," he coughed. "What's your excuse?" "I'm just too good for mediocre men." "Oh good. Then you'll have no problem ghosting me."

Insert sarcasm. I looked at Eula and plastered an evil grin on my face. She widened her eyes at me, looking stressed as ever. "I said, my name is Florence Mil," I said and flashed an innocent smile. "Oh, your office looks dull, by the way. It's plain and boring, the cabinets are not even well organized, and the colors... tsk, tsk, tsk... whoever designed this office has a bad taste." I shook my head and pretend to be disgusted.

She huffed in annoyance, "You're no fun. Anyway, you know who's coming back to town?" "Yeah, I know. That's why I'm asking, isn't it?" Her gaze narrowed at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, my dear Camiela." "That's not the full quote, my dear Shirley," I mocked. "Then what is?" My gaze fell to the floor as my elbow hit my purse, causing it to tumble onto the ground and send all my belongings pouring out. I groaned in annoyance and stood kneeling down to pick it up. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit—"