Sarcasm is my second language. Well, more like my first when it really comes down to it.

I absolutely hate when I'm in the middle of doing something, like reading the paper, and my mother asks, "What are you doing?"

Uh, let's see.

I'm trying to translate the paper into Elvish?
I'm searching for someone selling a TARDIS?
I'm looking for something to wipe my ass with?

Maybe the paper wasn't a dead giveaway, or the fact that I'm looking at it and comprehending (most of) the words. No? Still stumped?
I'm reading the fucking newspaper!

But usually it's just a clever little ploy to get me to do the dishes or feed the cat or just annoy the fuck out of me!