My partner broke some bones in his foot. He had to go to the Dickson Bldg. for x-rays, THEN has to go to the QEII where he had to struggle down a long, long hallway to the cast room with his walker. We sat right in front of the room where they do casts, watched the doors open and close for three hours, each time with about a half dozen people milling around inside, doing fuck all but yakking. Meanwhile, the waiting room is full of aching people and some dumb bitch comes out to announce that we are to be divided into two groups, neither of which my partner fit in. Instead, they sent out another doctor who said that she couldn't put on a cast because of blood clots so she said she'd make an appointment with the ortho guy to see it in a few days. This procedure of getting an app't. took over an hour. By the time we got out of there (for fuck all), we had been there a total of 7 hours. What the fuck is going on with this lazy-fucking-arse health care system? —No Wonder Our Health Care Is In Deep Trouble

I'm the owner of 2 large dogs that shit mountains when they take a dump. And if I have to carry a pound of shit around with me as we finish our walk/hike, I do it. Why? Because that's the first goddamn rule of owning a dog, pick up their shit. I'm tired of going to very public places like PPPark, or just walking through the neighbourhood and seeing shit or worse, stepping in it. I have dog bags in the back pocket of every pair of pants I own, just out of habit of grabbing more than I'll need and leaving them in there. I've got some in the car if I ever need them. It's a pretty simple concept really.

I'm fine with carrying around a bag full of warm shit, because I know as long as I've got it, no one will step in it. And no animal will come in contact with it, either. I know it's a bitch that will exist forever, but fuck it's just annoying —Don't Worry, I Have Nothing Better To Do Than Wipe Your Dog's Shit Off My Shoes

why don't you watch your kids better, instead of your computer. you suck at it, your a fart face that shouldn't have kids, poo poo kids. and you fart like a woman or a man, but your kids don't. why don't you pay better attention to them fart face? your husband also stinks. he smells like my unwashed toilet and week old underwear. —tha sista's

we complain about how pandas pee on other pandas...what the hell are they bullies or something? why don't they poop on eachother or something?why cant they just go on the toilet???? WHY CANT PANDAS BE PINK AND PURPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! —TROY

This one goes out to the Neighbors living above me. Now I know living in an apartment there will be noise from neighbors etc, I knew this when I signed the lease. What I don't appreciate is the constant running around and heel walking, all day everyday. Now we have a newborn, and your stomping and heel walking is very loud (I swear you have free weights in the room above our bedroom and drop them A LOT) last night at 8:30pm we had, had enough, went upstairs and asked you politely (didn't go to the landlord or anything) to ask you to quiet down as it's waking us up (I had to be up at 5am for work) the person that answered was apologetic. Went to bed thinking well that was easy! Fast forward to this morning, there is a note sticking out of my mailbox as I come home on my break from work, "don't appreciate you asking us to be quiet etc, etc." I really hope you enjoy the now offical noise complaint I filed with our landlord, I also hope you like when I call the police next time if the noise keeps up! —Exhausted and just want some sleep

After a couple of weeks of election promises AKA bullshit, who would like to place a bet and/or give odds on the following classic statement being issued? "Now that we've had a chance to look at the books we've discovered that NS is in worse shape financially than promised and therefore we cannot deliver any of the above mentioned bullshit" or something similar? —Basil the Cynic

but if I have to hear one more fucking time how great your kid is, how beautiful he is, how you can't believe how you made something so great, how awesome you are, how blessed you are,blah blah blah I will lose my shit. Yep he is cute and yes you are blessed but remember when I told you that we were struggling with fertility and were really upset about it.....oh wait, you probably did not hear me over your squawking about what is clearly the second coming of Christ. Again congratulations on your kid. He is not a baby anymore and a sweet little guy. Hopefully he will be more considerate than his parents of other peoples feelings. —Not jealous just really really really fed up with the baby talk

There is a child in the balance here. There is a shared interim custody order in place. For years now... I say black... you say white... I say up... you say down. It never ends. It just goes on and on and on. Endless emails back and forth back and forth... thousands over the years. If a father shows no interest in a child... of course... he loses. If he expresses his concerns and interest... the other party says and does anything to counter and cause problems and act almost combative. He loses. And it shouldn't be win or lose. It's the child who suffers. What a terrible thing for a person to do. Does anybody have any idea what a father is to do in this endless spiral? —Spun out and burned out

To the granny geezer who honked like hell at me as I crossed North Street at the corner of Gladstone:

1. A crosswalk exists at EVERY intersection whether it is painted or not.
2. Drivers MUST yield the right of way to pedestrians who are lawfully within a crosswalk.

So calm the fuck down. —Lawful Pedestrian

To the thief who stole my friend's turquoise LL Bean Gore Tech cycling jacket on the "Rails to Trails" near Halifax last Friday: how can you live with yourself? It wasn't fifteen minutes from the time we set off sprinting and she lost it and then noticed it gone. Some person we learned had put it on a tree from where you snatched it and must have turned around and run out of town with it. If anyone reads this and knows who took this jacket, please contact me through the Coast. —Disgusted with Thieves