I don't know if it was the alcohol or if you're normally this rude, but what you said to me was out of line. We met at a mutual friend's place for a girls night. After getting buzzed we played Truth or Dare. On my turn I picked Truth and was asked how often do I have sex per week. When I honestly answered about four times a week with my boyfriend, you stated it's been almost a year since your last time. I told you that you were a pretty girl and it was a shame you weren't getting any action. To which you reply snottily, "I have a vibrator, I can guarantee you I'm having better orgasms than you are!" On top of that, you say women like me are pathetic, needing men to complete us. How we're suckers for thinking we're actually getting immense pleasure from regular sex because apparently guys only know how to get themselves off and don't even know where our clits are! All I said was that it was a shame a pretty girl like you wasn't getting laid, and then you rail me hard. FYI: there are actually guys out there that know what they're doing, especially my boyfriend. But how would you know now? You haven't got the dick for a year! LOL —Getting My Orgasms From The Fleshy Cock

Ultramar on Pleasant Street in Woodside makes the BEST cheese croissants of any baker around, local or otherwise. I have eaten a lot of croissants—from bakeries, grocery chains, coffee shops, et cetera. I'm a croissant connoisseur. I have had stale ones, greasy ones, mooshy ones...but Ultramar yours are beyond amazing—every time...they are just perfection! The crispy cheese coating, the moist but not greasy flakey inside, the flavor of baked cheese, butter and carbs...mmmm...such satisfaction...the world's most perfect food. Everyone knows it too...they fly off the shelves in the morning, you can't get a croissant after noontime. They are gone! You guys need to give whoever bakes these golden delectables a raise because that is one bad ass baker who deserves it. —Croissant Enthusiast

When the hell are these guys going to release their new album!Its been 7 years guys!Come the @#$#$#$$ on!!!Your fans are waiting! —A true Hali Hip Hop Head

I was just wondering if anyone else out there have been having problems with recent fill up in the city? More looking towards gas stations in Lower Sackville. Recently we have suffered over 1000 dollars worth of damage due to poor quality fuel (though we were expecting and acceptable quality level) and I was wondering if anyone else has had this problem. —Poff

Long winter, icy school yard, flu and coughs and stomach virus... As if times weren't hard enough, some dick-0-rama has to stick dog shit in my kid's snow fort. AGAIN! WTF! I'm certain this had a "tee hee hee" effect for you, douche. For my kids, it was sad. Go find another outlet for your boredom and have some dignity. Your stupid choices actually hurt little hearts and make our neighborhood a little meaner. —Still a Sad Dad

Seriously lottery people drive me NUTS with your stacks of tickets you take up to the cash to have checked (even though there is DIY machine in most if not ALL lottery retailers). Then most times you don’t scratch off the full barcode leaving the cashier to do it for you which holds up the line behind you (OBVIOUSLY THE BARCODE SHOULD BE SCRATCHED BEFOREHAND!!!!!!!). Then you take FOREVER to pick-out your new tickets like there isn’t a huge line forming behind you and you have all the time in the world. Then to top it all off some people (mostly the break-open addicts…you know who you are) get new tickets and proceed to check them while the cashier finishes your transaction and instead of walking the back of the line (like a considerate person) you stand there and collect your new prize thus creating an even BIGGER line behind you. —Tired of waiting behind you

We have all had enough snow and the ice makes it worse the roads are crowed more so than normal and on some streets there is barely enough room to squeeze one car through and the ice covering the roads now have potholes…. So I have to ask why some people decided to take their bicycles and throw themselves in to the mix. I have kept my mouth shut about the Bike Lanes and the fact cyclists don’t need insurance, a license, or anything else that makes them responsible for their actions on the roads and that the drivers have a bunch of laws thrown at them to make sure that the cyclists are protected. But I saw three different people on bikes from Friday to Sunday trying to make their way through the snarled blocked roads making it even harder on the beaten down and tired motorists. There seems to be something not right with these people and I for one would like the police to take their bikes and impound them give the cyclist a ticket for being a road hazard…. This was just too much I would have taken a photo but I was trying not to hit a parked car or get a ticket for using my cell phone while driving. Common Sense people don’t let it die keep it alive… —Tom

I used to work with a person who was known to most to be a backstabbing, conniving, meddler who would stop at nothing to look good and get promoted. If you weren't "on their side" they would start a campaign against you and could often be seen having whispered conversations in corridors and photocopy rooms. This behind-the- scenes sniping made it very difficult for the targets to respond in any up-front way so it brought out their worst behaviour in return. By the time they left for another job this person had burned many bridges and most people were glad to see the back of them. They had also caused a number of peripheral disputes in the workplace. I felt like avoiding the after work send-off for this person but forced myself to take the high road and attend. I could tell they were surprised to see me there because we both knew that they had tried to do me a very bad disservice in their own self-interest. Despite that, I sincerely wished them well in the new job. It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders by letting go of my grudge. I did regret however that I had allowed myself to be dragged into a couple of the disputes that this person had caused. What's my point here? don't be the workplace backstabber/self-promoter. Everyone will know what you are all about and any progress you make up the ladder will be tainted by your legacy of misdeeds. even when the backstabber makes it really difficult, try to take the high road as much as you can. If you have a legitimate grievance bring it out into the open. Talk to management. It's difficult but try not to retaliate with similar backhanded behaviour. You can't control their behaviour but you can control yours. don't let them consume you with resentment and anger. It's difficult I know because I was burdened by my grudges for a long time. But, if you find a way to let things go you will feel better in the long run. —Learned my lessons

Everyone complains. I've seen some good bitches here. Lots about the city and the snow. Lots that have comments that say "valid bitch, OB". But when it comes to complaining about assholes that cat-call, well fuck that bitch. It's a totally different story. If you've never had to deal with cat-calling, shut up. I don't need your "advice". You don't know what it's like. "Just ignore it" - Has that ever been a solid piece of advice? But, hey, I'm probably just a fat feminist bitch because I believe that women shouldn't have to deal with this BS. I just want to walk around my city without being yelled at or whistled, and I'm bitched at for it and put down. Doesn't anyone see how absolutely pathetic and disgusting that is? Obviously not, or not anyone here at least. "Been a pleasure! Cheerio! BUH-BYE!" —Keep it to yourself!

Alright, I get it. The road to eastern passage was awful, but now it's clear and that makes you want to go vroom-vroom again. But seriously, you need to slow the fuck down. If you drive along Pleasant and speed up once you get to Main road and hit that straightaway, I have some news for you: you're making leaving my house a living hell. The speed limit is there for a goddamn reason and when you whip around that corner or careen over the hill, you make pulling out into the far lane a total fucking nightmare. Keep your speed at fucking 60 like the sign says, use your bloody cruise control if you have it, just don't fly by me unless you're in an emergency vehicle. —I cheer for speed traps