I've got a lot of respect for the women who work in Halifax's only skin joint—however I couldn't believe my ears when the day manager (who's always got this greasy appearance, like you've caught him in the middle of wanking) tore a strip out of one of the dancers for NOT taking clients from the bar home with her, or giving out their real numbers and making an effort to do more than dance for them. This is unbelievable! And it took a lot of effort on my part to not step in and yell at him for making her cry because she wouldn't take home strangers from the bar she worked at...I have no idea where in the job description of "stripper" that "unpaid escort" comes into play, especially if that girl has a boyfriend of her own. I think its downright dirty, those girls have to put up with enough crap as it is, and adding that to the pile?! Thank god I only serve, how long before I'm supposed to bed randoms with thick wallets...ugh. No hope for the human race, well at least that guy. -Pizza Troll Not A Bedroom Troll!

So, I'm waiting for the #9 on the corner of Barrington and Inglis, and much to my disappointment, I see tons of trash pilled up on the side of the road. Where's the garbage can? Shouldn't there be a trash can at every bus stop? -Disgusted

Over a year ago, we were fuck buddies. I stopped contacting you when I started going out with this other girl. You flipped out at me because I wouldn't return your calls/texts anymore. We were just fuck buddies, not a couple, so I felt telling you it was over wasn't warranted. In fact, I wrote a Bitch about this because you were such a pain in the ass about it (I got railed hard on here about it, but fuck what a bunch a strangers think). I thought you finally moved on when the angry psychotic messages stopped a month after I began ignoring you.

But a few weeks ago, you track down my girlfriend on Facebook and tell her to dump my ass and that I'm no good. Your "warnings" threw a wrench in our relationship because my GF was starting to believe you. It took several talks with my woman to convince her that you were just a clingy psychopath.

Why don't you get a life and mind your fucking business? It's been over a year, get over it already! I can't believe I'm still in your head LOL. Oh, I hear from an insider that you haven't gotten laid since last June. You might have almost ruined my relationship and made life fucking annoying for a few weeks there but it makes me smile to think for the past 10 months, while you were getting NO DICK AT ALL, I was getting phenomenal sex five times a week, every week! Have a nice life, dried-up loser! -Still with that better girl

You “…are reaching the end of [your] expected lifespan.” The expected lifespan of a Nova Scotian man is about 78 years old and you are now 87. Daily interactions with you indicate significant changes in behaviour related to your health, such as eating habits and the ability to move normally—you use a walker FFS! We “…are seeing signs of aging and perhaps a reduction in the quality of life that [you] may be experiencing, so that’s why it’s cause to start asking…” the question: Do we bring on the ovens? -You’re cute but you’re old…

Report him
k thanks
bye
-his mom

Fuck you. Fuck you for hurting me in so many ways and not even realizing it, let alone apologizing. You could never see the problems in our relationship, and I realize now, long after it’s over, you never will. I’m done trying to be a friend to someone who puts in no effort. You don’t hate me huh? Well you sure as hell better not feel sorry for me, because finally getting over you has been the smartest thing I’ve done in a year. If you ever deflate your head a little and decide the people who care about you are worth your time, look me up. -Next time, insult me to my face. You used to be really good at that.

There is a nice playground on Chebucto across from some sketchy housing. There were two old condoms in the gravel in the middle of the playground this evening. They looked like they'd been there a very long time. We were just there for a few minutes and I had my hands full with a two-year-old but I don't know why someone working at the school wouldn't have had them picked up by now. Also, if you're having sex on children's playground equipment don't leave your condoms there. Please. Also, I have no idea what school it is or I would have emailed them directly. -Dodging Dog Crap Is Bad Enough

Dear brother,

I haven't spoken to you in years but I heard from reliable sources AKA mutual friends and family members that you take the time to publicly bash me whenever possible. Sorry I was a douche to you when I was 15...we're both in our late 20s now, get over it.. All that brewed hatred, no wonder you've never been in a relationship.

Hope you are well. -Billy C

To the person who left a note on my car at the dog park reading "sorry I hit your car, shouldn't have parked so close": No you sir should learn how to drive. I was not parked close to anyone, and we fully extended all four doors of the car to get me, my sister and my two dogs out of the car. So there's no way I was close to you. Don't blame me for your poor driving, and next time if you're going to leave a note at least leave a phone number so I can call your ass and tell you exactly how much of an asshole you are. You're lucky there was no damage. -I Was The Black Intrepid, So Not Cool

To the nasty, horrible, ghastly, dyed-red creature who regularly shops in Spryfield: You smell like 1,000 sewers. You obviously know this, as you've claimed to be offended by the Halls that service people pop in self-defense while suffering your presence. Often in the company of an older woman, your mother (a jackal?) or a social worker, in need of a career change, STAT, you smell like ass, and should remove yourself from public notice immediately. if this is some kind of social experiment, the public should be compensated for our forbearance. Take a bath! -A Long-Suffering Nose-Breather