To the rancid bag of dicks who sped your van down my lane of traffic because yours was blocked off by parked cars, only to stop in front of me and not move when you (obviously) couldn't go further- fuck you. Fuck you for giggling with your buddy beside you as I waited in frustration for you to do the right thing and back up and get out of my lane. And fuck you for making me back up eventually. But especially, especially, from the bottom of my heart and soul, FUCK YOU for crawling your van beside my car and rolling down the window like we are going to have a chit chat about the whole thing. Unless you were about to tell me you were going home to punch yourself repeatedly in the face for the betterment of humanity there is literally nothing I want to hear from you. You are a shitty, entitled, self centered piece of shit and you broke my fucking zen. Eat spoiled mayonnaise. —If your spleen isn't exploding now I don't have telekenesis

Bitch #1 - To the zit-laden juice-injecting morons who think it's cool to snap selfies in front of the mirrors in the gym change rooms: Can you not read the signs that say "the use of cameras or other image capturing devices in the change rooms is prohibited"?? Since you are obviously too stupid to figure it out, the phone you are using to take the picture IS a camera or other image capturing device. Allow me to simplify further: you don't take pictures in the change room. Ever. Nobody, with the possible exception of other zit-laden juice-injecting morons, wants to be part of your photographic evidence of narcissistic drug use (look it up). Next time I see you trying to snap a selfie, I'm reporting you to the front desk and I will tell them you were really trying to take pictures of me in various states of undress in the changing room, followed by a call to the police, you creeps. Bitch #2 - To the sauna slobs who don't sit on a towel whilst in the sauna: Can you not read the sign that asks you to please sit on a towel whilst using the sauna?? Who wants to be next to use your seat in the sauna after you let all your sweaty bag and crack juices form an ever expanding puddle of ecch on the bench? Seriously, you shoot eye darts at people who don't wipe down gym equipment, and then you smear your schmech all over the sauna seats without a second thought?? Jeezus. —Gym Ranter

Today I drove by a man in a wheelchair on Bayer's Road, and it was actually the saddest thing I've ever seen. Everyone is bitching about the condition of the sidewalks, it's no surprise; but to actually witness this poor guy really hit home for me. You think you have it hard, try pushing that thing through these ridiculous sidewalks, holy hell.. Even driving is a nightmare. You have to pull ahead to see around 10 ft snowbanks at every intersection potentially putting yourself in the way of oncoming traffic, real nice, what a joke. —Kaejae

I see you walking down my path way ever single time I know where you live! you walk passed my house then you walk passed Westmount school then you walk passed the Halifax shopping center then you walk down that other path and I think to my self do you even have a fucken job!? I knew you down go to school and I know you problley don't have a job! so my advice to you buddy ever single fucken time I see you is this get a life and do something with it and get a fucken job! for fuck sakes! —i know where you live!

I have to hand it to you: you looked the part. Your driving cap was sitting on your head just so, your beard was freshly clipped. Even if you weren't in an El Camino, you would have projected the perfect image of a Driving Guy. I would have never questioned your authenticity if you hadn't changed lanes in the Armdale Rotary and almost side-swiped me. If you're reading this, I have some advice that I can't imagine you've ever been given: try harder. —Malibu Man

To the A-Hole that watched, then impatiently drove around, the woman who was stuck in the middle of McCully Street yesterday in her electric wheelchair, unable to get traction in the snow and ice.. You, Sir, are an utter and total douche bag! It took two seconds to help her get her un-stuck and safely on to the sidewalk, you fucking piece of shit. —Karma'sGonnaGetYou

What the fuck, H^LIF^X? I put my one bag of trash outside this morning in a clear bag right along with the pile of black bags of unsorted trash put out by the other tenants. All those black bags were collected while my single, half full, properly sorted clear bag was left behind. I know how to sort my damn trash, H^LIF^X. I've been doing it for twenty years now. Meanwhile, the other tenants in this shitty little four unit building sort nothing. I know this because I am the only one who ever uses the compost bin and I am the only one who ever puts out any recycling. They routinely exceed the bag limit and yet, miraculously, every second Thursday all that trash disappears. So I say again, What the fuck? If the garbage collectors had bothered to put the requisite orange sticker on the bag explaining what the hell was wrong with it, I would be marginally less pissed. Oh, and your shitty 311 system? Is about as useful as Go Time. I pressed zero to speak to a representative, as instructed, and I got three seconds of busy signal and then a click. I managed to send you an email, no thanks to your shitty contact system which is clearly designed to get people to give up, but I'm not optimistic. I guess two weeks from now I'll have to stand at the curb with my bag in my hand and demand an answer from your contractors, since I doubt I'm going to get one from you. Fuck you, H^LIF^X. Fuck you right in the ear. —Kermit

I'd like to say this to halifax. Our beloved Halifax Crafters is doing this comunity a disservice to craft makers in the hrm. from jury memebers being vendors, to being called a society without a public way to gain membership, chosing clique freinds/employers over skilled craftspeople. This fair is the best attended and a local fav. but when you over look actual local producers in favour of folks from other provinces, its not fair, when you go now all you see is ceramics and a slew of things that were there for the last few years. i feel you are in denial of the fact that you are a family fair, not offering anything for children, or anyone who likes to smile. pretty much becoming a craft fair of just kitchen stuff. keep it going! you are gonna bore yourself out of existance. i hope you can start actually being supportive of our bright craft comunity here and not just being your own haligonian version of mean girls —someone had to say it

Archiologists just found a human jaw bone that traces the birth of humans back 400,000 years! What do you know-it-all evolutionists think of that? —Faithful creationist

So, nearly two years, you sexually assaulted me. I'd known you for ages and felt nothing but trust and affection for you. That ended the day you lured me into your car, drove us outside of the city and groped me, trying to coerce me into performing sex acts in exchange for money. I had to force myself out of the car to get away from you. The most traumatic day of my life is on permanent repeat due to the fact that you insist on coming to my place of work. You give me a pompous glare and chuck your payment card at me as if I were a peasant. You get away with it because my company has thus far allowed you to. Well, today is the last time. No more. I'm done. The police are being informed, and your bubble will soon burst. I won't be your victim anymore. —Just a Girl