Funny Sarcasm Novels & Stories

“How are you, my friend?” Fargo's eyes slid to the right, a clear indication he was lying. “The same,” he said simply, which was a lie if I'd ever heard one. I didn't roll my eyes, because I knew Fargo would see, but I made sure that my scoff was loud enough for him to hear. “Of course you are,” I said, clearly humoring him. “You're never anything else, right?” There was a sparkle of sarcasm in Fargo's expression. “Yes, remember, I'm perfect.” He retorted.

I would say sarcasm was an ugly wit, but it was Megan, and I’d known her to be sarcastic when she wanted to be. “I am not using sex to forget my problem.” “Don’t tell me you’re running away from it instead.” A few minutes passed, I kept my words to myself. “I told you I am starving, but I didn’t mean you have to feed me. You can stop right here.” She pointed to the nearest parking area as we passed by. She groaned when I didn’t bother stopping the car. “You don’t make any sense. One time you’re nice, then in a second you’re mean,” she added.

I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing. In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry. End of text.

I whine as he pulls back until his fist slowly leaves my asshole. Unfortunately Master had pushed air into my asshole and it makes a fart noise as it comes out. I blush a deep red and feel totally mortified I just made that noise, until I hear Master let out a small laugh. Not a cruel laugh either, he practically giggled which then makes me laugh with him. His laugh is so cute, fuck I love him. No I don't! I can't love him because he's just my Master and nothing else.

I nodded. "And for Mr. Sarman, make sure the data is accurate this time. I don't want to be embarrassed because of it," she joked. But I knew the type of jokes Krystal made was actually biting sarcasm. There's no way Mr. Sarman would be held up that long if his report was in order. I was sure something was wrong.

“Are you threatening me?” It took him a moment to understand what she meant. “No, don’t worry!” He couldn’t help laughing. “I do think it’s kind of funny, though. I mean… you were so eager to tell me all about this and now you’re scared I might share your secret with his wife? It is a bit ironic, don’t you think?” He let out another little chuckle just to tick her off. Somehow the sarcasm sometimes helped him, and made him seem cool when he really wasn’t. He wasn’t cool about this and he wouldn’t be in a hundred years.

Layla said sarcastically. Her sarcasm did not quell the laughter that escaped the lips of our other friends, however. On the contrary, her sarcastic retort only aided in refreshing their laughter. The two clutched their stomachs as they were sent into another episode of laughter with Sofia howling and rolling around on the floor while Janelle, always graceful and dignified in any situation whatsoever, sat on the rug which was laid over wooded floor, and laughed her music laugh while dabbing gently at the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "I think that's enough of your laughing, don't you think." Layla said drily, rolling her eyes.

She inquired with an icy tone. " Yeah, you are funny," I smirk down at her. " Oh, I didn't realize that I could be quite the comedian!" A sarcastic remark. " Maybe I should resign and become a full time stand up comedian!" " Buttoning up your shirt isn't going to take away the glaring fact that your shirt has graduated from opaque to see-through,"

status to flirt with female colleagues from other departments. I tolerated it, telling myself he was just networking. But now, just to impress Miguel and get ahead, he couldn't wait to trample all over me. I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Todd Westman, what right do you have to lecture me?" His eyes darted around for a second before he raised his voice even louder. "I'm just saying this as a colleague who knows right from wrong! You should know what's good for you, Macy!" Looking at his hypocritical, revolting expression, I couldn't even be bothered to argue. I picked up the iced coffee on my desk and, without hesitation, splashed it straight in his face.

Sarcasm Sarcasm fixed 90% of his problems. Maybe the number of percentage was a little exaggerated but it was close to the catch. Sarcasm helped to soften blows and sometimes save him from conversations with basic straight white men who only communicated in base ball, coochie and trucks. He has used it to get passes into club and generally just made him a really attractive person to talk to..that's if he's conversing with a sensible witty person. "Guys...I'm so so sorry. This is all my fault, all of this. This is why I came here, so that's what she meant by say she already had who she thought was responsible…" Rachel thought back to the car conversation.