To the short jerk in the ballcap on Harvard that didn't have the balls to call my dog a "monster" to my face and instead said it to his two dogs—yeah my small dog barked twice at your dogs from a block away, and you felt the need to call him a monster and go on a little rant from the safety of the other side of the street? I gave a neglected dog in need a home and love his imperfections, how much did you pay for your two pure bred show dogs that probably came from a puppy mill? Newsflash: Dogs bark, some more than others. Next time walk up and share your snide remarks to my face you sad little bully of a man. —Holier-Than-Thou Dog Owners Can EAT IT

I mean, hey ASSHOLES...If I'm behind you when the light goes green, and you don't move, I'm going to honk and gesture for you to move. Don't act like I'm in the wrong, just get the fuck moving. No, I don't want to fight about it, I'm telling you to move...green means fucking go! —Yes, I'm Behind You

To the selfish person who slammed into my car while it was parked on Ashdale Avenue and chose to drive away and leave me with a nice repair bill: Karma's a bitch baby and one day it'll bite you hard on the ass so I hope I'm there to see it. —Just Trying To Earn a Livin’

Will the lazy bastard parent, too fucking cheap to hire a babysitter or nurse, who brought their sick kid into a store to hark yak and bark up their bacteria funguses and goddamned viruses know now that I am extremely sick, loaded with putrefying filth in my sinuses and lungs? I'm thoroughly sick (really) and tired of ignorant people who never teach their kids to wipe their snotty nose or cough into a fucking Kleenex. You go around spewing your filth and you could possibly kill an older person with your fucking germs! The next time you or your kids are sick stay the hell home!!!!! Stop subjecting the rest of us to your germs sickness ignorance and cheap ass laziness. Teach your kids properly! When you cough sneeze or sniff always use your handkerchief! —Damn Near Dead

Dear microbreweries of Halifax. Is it possible to make an alcohol-free beer?  I love going to your establishments and events. The atmosphere is great and I like socializing, but I don't want to just drink water or pop. I want something tasty to sip on. You can make money off of me even though I don't drink alcohol. Can we get some kombucha or somethin' up in here? —Alcohol-free Socializer

Is it just me, or is anyone else finding some of the little subtitles on the Bitches pretty mean? I get it's a bitch column, but really, calling someone's breakup story "boring"? is that necessary? why don't you let the audience decide. —Generally a Lover not a Bitcher

I was first saddened by the way this province health system is managed, now it has turned to disgust. I've countlessly reached out to multiple resources just to be put on a never ending wait list because the medical attention I seek is needed but since I cannot afford health insurance I am just shoved in an overworked neglected system.

I understand our system is over burdened and had limited resources, but it upsets me so to see drug addicts get the medical attention they need and be put on expensive government funded programs to help rehabilitation and not care and continuously piss medical dollars away. I'm all for the ones who are trying, but I see more and more not give and shit and abuse the program.

I'm gripped 'cause I want to get better, I'm begging to get better, but unless I had an endless income to spend I cannot get the help or insurance I need, due to pre-existing conditions, I don't so I've been on a wait list since October just to have two appointments with a public case worker for them to tell me they are leaving, now I'm shoved back into a wait list system. Crumbs to all those suffering from mental illnesses and can't get the help they deserve like me. —Helpless Haligonian

For nearly a week now, a car in the south end area (around Lucknow) has had it's alarm set off over ten times a day. Everyday varies with when this obnoxious clown-horn sounding alarm echoes throughout my street and my home. At occasion, the deafening blare only vibrates my brain for thirty seconds - in others, it easily plays on repeat for the same duration of "American Pie." In this short amount of time it's taken me to transcribe my woos to share, the FUCKING alarm has blasted not once, not three times... no, but rather FIVE TIMES.

I put up with the drunks, screaming children, barking dogs, entitled neighbours, speeding cars, constant jackhammer construction and house parties all year long due to this location. I'm only complaining about one damned car alarm that wont stop screaming for attention. —Migraine Plagued

When we met, it was a whirlwind. We fell in love quick and hard. We married after three years. Everything was perfect. We had a great life. THEN, you got a new job which required you to be away for six months prior to starting said job. Life was about to get even better. The day you came home, you told me you were miserable and wanted a divorce. You turned your back on me and everything we had built together. Radio silence... you cut me out, my family, mutual friends and more. There was no talking about it, you had made your mind up. You were finally financially stable enough to support yourself. You said there was no one else… we'll see. Just a tip for you with future boyfriend(s) (or current) or husband: As a masters student in communications, maybe a little communication is key. Yes, we both had problems, but why lie to your family and friends and say it wasn't working out between us? YOU quit and walked away from almost 10 years without so much as a thought about fighting for it. Now I'm the one renting a room from a friend and your the success you always hoped to be. I really hope you do find happiness and I hope the right people see this to set the record straight. That you ripped my heart out and wiped your asshole with it. —Barely Coping