It makes zero sense to me why the #7 bus - a bus servicing the downtown core - does not run past midnight on a Friday night. —Pedestrian Stranded in a Storm

There's a certain level of bullshit you put up with at certain food spots- people that call pizza 'a nice pie' or beer 'a good pour', overuse of the abbreviation 'apps' that can even become 'appies'. We know now everyone in Halifax is capable of making over-priced disappointing tacos, and 'mixologists' are something we're all supposed to care about. But taking 15 minutes to heat up a burrito? When I'm the only customer? And it's already been cooked? That's stupid. What happened to coke in the kitchen? Let's get this ship movin'. —Pretty Good Burrito

wondering about the criterias for bitches being published. does it have to be something as stupid as people who dont understand gluten free. or can it be something relevant and important like women in the customer service industry ? han? —common man

Ok, we get. youre super enlightened. Your parents bought you a vacation to south america and you paid some local dude to take drugs with you because you heard Joe Rogan talk about it once. Now youre back in Halifax with new beads in your dreads, some stupid fucking geometry tattoo, and an insufferable ego. Please stop. Please stop talking about how much of an anarchist you are when you cant stop jerking off to pictures of earthships on your Macbook Pro while stomping your birkenstocks. Youre a trust fundy who doesnt have to pay rent because youre parents pay it for you- this doesnt make people who work for their rent "sellouts". No one cares that you took topless photos in front of a mountain range. You dont support the enviornment, you hugged a tree on mdma one time. You know that novel your working on? Writing it on a typewriter doesnt make it better, it just makes you look like a fucking idiot when you snapchat it on your new iphone. Oh you picked up a banjo? maybe its time to start playing it instead of taking pictures next to it like youre some folk musician from the backcountry. —ornery person 9000

If I had the money i would give to every charity that asked. But I don't! I'm just a carpenter, we don't make much per hour. I give when I can. However, as long as there are millionaire's and billionaires on this planet, i don't think the the working poor should be solicited for money. $16 hr doesn't go far enough for me to have to worry about charity. There can not be rich without poor. —Tapped out

If I see one more disposable coffee cup tossed onto the ground or anywhere else but into a garbage can I'm going to scream! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! —So Friggin' Tired of Litter

To the jerk(s) who broke into my silver Cavalier on Saturday night: Please return the shit you know you can't use or isn't of value to you. Just call it into lost and found. Pretend it never happened. No big deal. You stole my wallet with zero cash and no credit cards or cards of use to you unless you get off on gaining American Eagle points or want to get 10 percent off at Suzy Shier. You stole my dirty work clothes and work shoes. Can't imagine you want those. You also took my day-planner. Sweet. Now you know when my lab report is due and when I have class on Mondays. Woooop. You know you didn't get away with nothing. You know what you can sell. So please compromise with me and return my purse. It's the least you can do at this point. —Girl Who Has to Work Tomorrow and Needs her Work Shit

Your tan lines show...between your butt cheeks and on your boners. —It Looks Funny

To the asshole who threw snowballs at the lone girl walking home on Argyle on Friday night: FUCK YOU. Thanks for physically hitting me, glad it entertained you. But you see, to me it was not funny, it was just another sick and unwelcome episode of harassment which I encounter on a near weekly basis in this city. If I was one of those women walking with you, I'd be ashamed to know you. —Are You Fucking Serious?

On our first “date” two summers ago you borrowed $25 to buy YOURSELF a full pizza and ice cream bar (even though you knew dairy made me sick). I've mentioned several times that you owe me that money and you laugh it off. Then you proceed to underpay me significantly for the 11:40pm taxi cab ride I gave you on New Year's Eve which resulted in me ringing in the new year in the car rather than with my friends. That was aggravating, to say the least. I will never get my new year’s countdown back, but please repay me that $25 or buy me a large vegan pizza and a soy ice cream bar. K, thanks. —Angry Vegan Taxi Cab Driver