You're not my type. My type is people who make sense.

Not bossy. Just correct.

I came, I saw, I judged.

Say less. Actually, say nothing.

Rolling my eyes so hard I can see my brain.

Let me check my schedule for caring... nope, fully booked.

I'd agree with you, but I'm allergic to being wrong.

You can't handle my energy, and that's fine.

I speak fluent sarcasm and a little bit of eye roll.

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

Be yourself. Unless you're annoying. Then be quiet.

Thanks for the unsolicited advice. I'll file it in the bin.

Your opinion has been noted and ignored.

Nobody asked. Still right.

Polite on the outside, savage in the notes app.

Attitude? Please. I have taste.