No matter what the conversation, you know everything there is or ever was to know about this particular topic. You are always right about everything you say, and you always say a lot. Your mouth never stops moving and the bizarre and unbelievable spew out like lava. Don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk? I've known you since the ‘80s with about two-and-a-half decades in between us meeting again about eight years ago. You haven't changed a bit. The only One who knows everything there is to know about everything and anything is God not you. Hate to break it to ya’ but you should have known. —Acquaintance and colleague

Halifax, I have been inside you for almost 700 days, I would like to know why you are pushing me out of bed, and making me feel like my tits are weird or that I have bad breath. I shower most days. I am very apt at producing jokes. I understand basic English and also buying a beer to seal the deal. But you are a hard date to get to bed with. I know I did not go to school in Paris. I know my outfits don't carry as much plumage as you. I know that I don't know all the people you know and have been in your bed almost your entire life, and what I know most of all is that I am not going to whore myself to get you drooling bud. I've been around, you know (in other beds) and most beds are very kind to new "comers” (in fact, it makes them wet with excitement). I am trying really hard to get under the covers here, but I feel like I'm trying to score with my high school life. I know that being wanted is really important for you, and I know you like to have your bed made the same way every day, but you're giving me blue balls. I think you need to read the New York Times tomorrow morning, while you lay in bed, nonchalantly after all that sex you've have with your buds, and read The Moral Bucket List. Because there is such a thing as self-satisfied moral mediocrity. —BlueBallsNovaScotia

Stop clicking “like” on my photos. Stop making me your “favorite.” I don't want to be notified that you're “interested in me.” Stop being so chicken shit and send me a message if you're interested. I got no time for pussy guys with no confidence. —Closing my account

I don't get where our current government gets off taking from those who have little or nothing to give. I'm talking about those who have to depend on provincial Income Assistance to survive and who are now being cut and slashed by this budget decision. It's wrong and should be stopped. If you have to pay out compensation packages for past wrongs, get the fucking money from the better-off among us who can afford it, not take it from the poorest of the poor.. Enjoy your time in power because you won't get in next time. The poor among us are also voters and you can bet they won't support anyone who won't support them. It's high time governments everywhere stop preying on the most vulnerable citizens in society and, if anything, do more to ensure they get what they need. Fuck the conservative-minded taxpayers and their hatred and prejudice of those who have to depend on government handouts. Pray you don't find your sorry ass in the same boat. If you do, then you'll understand. —Tired Of Government Slashing

If you don't fit in the bus seats, please don't squeeze between me. Gross. —Skinny Minnie

As the snow melts Halifax seems to look more hideous by the day. I hope the majority of garbage was the result of winter storms and not lazy people. Alas, I have no faith when I see poop bags scattered across trails on the Common. I mean, really, there are garbages every couple hundred meters. —Lucas

Yes, my glare was directed at you: you, stopped at an intersection talking on your fucking phone with two children in the backseat of of your oversized and overpowered SUV. You are not special - rules are for everyone. You are not an exception because you might be an extra nice person or something. Or that some rules are out there only to stop bad people and you, obviously, are not one of them so you can do whatever you want. I hate assholes who talk on their phone while driving. You weren't even subtle about it, you had it pressed up to your ear you dumb fuck. —I'm not special, either are you

To the colossal fucktard driving the green late model truck through the intersection at Gottingen Street and Russell Street around 6 on Wednesday, I blasted my horn because you drove through a fucking stop sign at full speed. And to the passenger who promptly flipped me the bird - somewhere out there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breathe. I think you owe it an apology. —Almost Clipped By Stop Sign Running @sshole

This bitch is not aimed specifically at the film industry but at the general practice of payroll rebate. The problem with this practice is that once you offer it to one industry that is portable (could easily move to another province or country) then more and more companies start to see it as a way of making extra profit. They start blackmailing governments with threats of moving jobs in manufacturing, production, financial services, etc, to other jurisdictions. The governments usually feel they have no choice but to give in to this. The net effect over time is that we now have two classes of workers -those who contribute to the tax base and those who effectively contribute little or nothing because their taxes are refunded to their employer. The problem with this is that the latter group still uses health care, education and all other government services but is now not paying their share of the cost. Those costs get shifted to the remaining taxpayers - those in non-exportable jobs such as the service industry. The only answer is for provincial governments (and states as well) to stop refunding money to established companies and highly profitable industries. Otherwise, I fear we are on a slippery slope to greatly reduced health care, education and other services as the effective taxpayer base dwindles - all to the profit of corporations. —Not drinking the kool-aid.

Oh the pain, the motherfucking pain... PMS why you here again so soon? On a brighter note, thank fuck I'm not pregnant! —I promise I'll be good from now on