Sarcastic Haters Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

he looks down smirking. “Vitali says sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.” “The lowest form of wit is anything that comes out of Vitali’s mouth,” he corrects. I cover my mouth to muffle my laugh. “What the hell did you just say about me, jerk face?” Sounds Vitali as he pokes his head around the front door of the packhouse. “I said you’re an idiot,” Chris deadpans. “Takes one to know one,” Vitali retorts. “Is Setia still not here yet?”

“... If you know what's good for you, you better stop hanging around us.” “Look. The only thing I hate, well I mean other than you are people who hate on themselves for nothing, which you are doing right now so that makes me hate you even more. Basically, that's a lot of hating but in the end, you get what I mean.” "It's horrible,” he said, staring into the cup. “Yeah I know, I don't like people ridiculing themselves and...” “No I mean your tea, it’s horrible.”

I said. "And miss all our fun little conversations? Where is the fun in that?" He replied in a sarcastic tone. "Hate me all you want, but I'm not going anywhere. No amount of glaring or your family's money will get rid of me, so I suggest you find a positive way to deal with it," I retorted.

He laughed loudly, “I see giant hearts in your eyes at the sight of these little sausages and it’s too hilarious! That look you made when you saw the plate headed straight for you…priceless!” It took him a moment to temper his laughing and I just giggled and shoved his shoulder, “Hey! I have a weakness for tiny sausages covered in barbeque sauce okay? It’s terribly crippling and I don’t appreciate your lack of appreciation.” I loved how quickly he quipped back to my overly sarcastic retort, “Oh, I definitely don’t lack appreciation! If anything, I was just appreciating your weakness for them through the obvious goofy ass giddy facial expression you dropped on a dime the second you saw them!”

“Nоt until уоu say mу оutfіt іѕ amazing.” I grіnnеd аt his twіѕtеd аntісѕ tо make mе bооѕt hіѕ ego. “Wеll I do lіkе thе hаt, уоu саn keep thаt оn lаtеr but nothing else.”

“You just attacked his men. That’s not exactly what allies do to each other.” He purses his lips thoughtfully. “Isn’t it? I had no idea!” I roll my eyes. “You know, they say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit…” He grins wider. “Oh, but that quote is incomplete. Oscar Wilde actually said ‘Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit but the highest form of intelligence.’” I scowl. “It doesn’t change the fact that it’s not nice. It’s self-serving.” “How so?” I take a deep breath, eager to talk and distract him so he won’t decide something uncool. Like hurt me, for one. I need to stay alive until Kaan finds me. “It aims to belittle the other person and make the one who uses it feel superior.”

Nick protested but we were too busy fighting right now to bother about Nick and were neck deep in the competition of who would hurl hurting curses faster and better. “Smelly Cat” “Rotten mouse” “Horny dinosaur” “That’s a good one but hey ! You are a stinking pig” “And you are a motherfucking slut” “I hate you so much, Zara. I just can’t even like you,” he blerged. “Duh !” I sang out. “I am not a F******k status that you have to like me,” I taunted back. “I will slap you both so hard that even G****e won’t be able to find you,” Nick thundered. “Now shut up and get ready ! We are going to totally rock the party tonight !!!” he cheered before we went our own separate ways to get ready.

Sarcastic! “You are insane” I insulted him and returned to my seat. Charles went back to his seat too but packed up his things along with him. “Just tell me you’re resigning!” I said. “Opps! See you on monday” He laughed weirdly and left my office. “Arrrgh!!” I mithered frustratedly. “I hate that guy! I hate him! I hate him!!!, Aaaaarrrgh!!!!” ***** To Be Continued

Re-reading the same message over and over again, it feels like my head is trapped in a daze *You moved out of the hotel… well, I'll still come find you* *Literally I'll kill you when I see you, I hate your guts, you ugly fat ass. And for your information, yellow looks horrible on you. Burn that yellow lily dress. As a sl-t everything you wear disgusts me* I feel my throat closing in and when I try to breathe it gets worse. It's just a comment, it's just a fucking comments from my haters.

Maybe a chair leg shifting a fraction on the wooden floor. "It's kinda cool, really," I went on, trying to butter him up. "Like, I'm not sure what this is all for exactly, but hopefully it sets you up for some bigger roles in the future. I mean, if you're going for the 'strong, silent type', mission accomplished," I said, trying to rein in my sarcasm. There was still no answer, and I was starting to get frustrated now. "Well, one thing's for sure, that dude who calls himself the Captain" I said, happily expressing my sarcasm and annoyance now, "is an asshole."