Sarcasm levels rising. Proceed carefully.

Talk to the filter.

Rolling my eyes so hard I can see my brain.

Your opinion has been noted and ignored.

My sarcasm has sarcasm.

My middle name is "unbothered".

Sure, I'll add it to my list of things I don't care about.

Sarcasm is my love language. Sorry.

Sorry, my give-a-care is out of stock.

That's a you problem.

Being right is exhausting, but someone has to do it.

I came, I saw, I judged.

Your approval? I've never needed it.

My comeback is on two-day delivery.

Petty? No. Precise.

If I wanted your opinion, I'd have asked. I didn't.