It's my bread and butter. Seriously, I can't go a day without making a sarcastic comment. I'm sure somewhere out there my perfect woman is waiting for me, but that's another story. I get my sarcasm from both my parents, so I'm genetically predispositioned to be sarcastic. It's a curse and a gift, since I'm great in small groups; however, in larger crowds the humor gets lost.
It's a curse, I get it, but you know what? It's a cross I'd gladly bear for a few laughs and smiles.