Welcome to the local liquor store. Ten employees working. One cash open. Fifteen people in line. —Sobering up waiting

Why in the fuck does the sweat under my breasts smell like Parmesan cheese?? —L'eau de fromage

Dear American firms/businesses: Please leave Canada and do not return. We do not need your type of jobs or your idea of what "Canada" wants. Please do not come here looking for a free ride (taxes, wages, rebates, et. cetera) since we can give to our own people instead of you coming here and taking our money and leaving. Oh, to the 18,000 employees you just let go? They thank you from the bottom of their hearts. The Canadian taxpayers like you too, since all these people will be on EI. So when you get to the boarder and say goodbye please return your passport and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. —American dream

Free speech is great. Hate speech is not. If I could help it, I would never have an abortion, I don't agree with the process of having metal tools scrape my insides. But I would let my teeth rot out before I preached to any person that abortion is so wrong. It is so disgusting that people think themselves so correct to shame the people who need to make this decision! This absolutely life changing decision is hard enough as it is. —An angry lady

To the blonde, bitchy waitress at a certain well-known establishment: I could hear you. I could hear you after you took my order and called me an “uppity bitch” because I asked for a side of bacon with my cheese omelet and you didn’t know how to charge me for it. I watched you on the floor in full veil as you whinged to your less than enthusiastic co worker, waving my order around angrily and actually pointing at me. “I will get her hot chocolate for now at least. Guess she doesn't like coffee.” Then when you come with my "cheese" omelet; it’s oozing with not cheese...but a plastic-like cousin tasting like cheeze. The Whiz kind. "Here, this is for you. I hope...you enjoy it." No smile, nothing. Just that sharp, Russian accent shadowing her true meaning. Did she spit in it? What? Well, I'll tell you, this morning I had the shit bullets from hell. I wonder why? —Breakfast is ruined.

To the jerk in the reddish Honda speeding down Barrington by Scotia Square around 1 PM today......DOUCHE! A young man had hit the crosswalk button to cross a very busy street, lined with buses and large vehicles. Instead of cars stopping, they just kept going even though the crosswalk lights were flashing indicating he was trying to walk. I watched three cars illegally and unsafely go through the crosswalk while he patiently waited for the traffic to stop so he could cross. I just made it to where he was standing when you came barreling along, speeding, and you did slow down and then stepped on the gas just as I was about to cross. You then threw your hands up (both hands, real safe driving there!) and started screaming obscenities because we didn't cross soon enough and you had to slow down. Really?! Was that really called for? you not only didn't have the gd brains to actually STOP, you got mad because people hit the button to cross and COULDN'T because of several idiots just as dumb as you ignored the crosswalk lights. It obviously wasn't safe, as you proved by speeding through, taking you eyes off the road and both hands off the wheel, in an apparent rage. PSYCHO. Slow the fuck down, CALM down, and keep in mind killing someone with your reckless driving will make you even more late for whatever important date you were on your way to. And the media wonders why pedestrian-vehicular accidents occur so often in our little city. People like YOU are the reason. —Angry Lil Red Headed Pedestrian

I park my truck far away from any cars usually at the end of the parking lot. One: so that people can see my company signs on this side and the back. Two: so some A-hole will not park beside me and dent my truck. What happens? Some douche will park right beside me no matter how many empty spots there are in a lot. Then there are the ones that will drive straight up to my truck and at the last second turn away. I was nearly clipped by a dill-hole as he raced thru the parking lot that was almost empty but he felt the need to drive right at my truck. —Back from out west

So here's a hint: before you start talking about how psychologically abusive people are, maybe think about your actions. For starters, throwing a frying pan at someone and then calling them a little bitch for complaining about it, because you are a female and that someone is a male, is fucking sexist Especially if that someone had to put their hands behind their back as you abused them because in this world, as a male, you are assumed guilty so you have to stand there and take it. Next, when you told all of your girlfriends I was harassing you, you should have told them about the fact that I literally havent spoken to you in months, and the only time I did, was when you belligerently threw my expensive work stuff around, because you have a permanent chip on your shoulder and an external hard drive was "pissing you off". Of course, you didn't tell anyone this. You only told them that I told you off. Which I specifically did because it was the only way to stop you from destroying my shit. Again, as a male, and your unfortunate roomate, I am unable to touch you so I have to watch you break my shit. The only way I could get you to stop THROWING AROUND MY EXPENSIVE WORK SHIT, as a male, was to tell you off. I don't regret a thing. Thirdly, it's not called psychological abuse if you moved in with me under the pretense of cheating on your boyfriend with me, and when I turned you down and started dating your friend, you hated me because I "stole your best friend". First, she approached and asked me out. And no, you hate me because I turned you down and for some reason assumed I would date you when I think your boyfriend is a rad dude and could do way way better. Now, when you call me a lazy piece of shit (while I go to school and work 40 hours and you work like two days a week) and your boyfriend is around, I AM going to call you out for trying to cheat on him. Again, if you didn't like that, maybe don't fucking do it in the first place + verbally abuse the person you tried cheating on him with? I really wonder if you told your friends about trying to cheat on your boyfriend with me, I am guessing no. If you are reading this boyfriend- you are a cool fucking dude. I promise I am not lying. Please run away while you can. Fourthly, I guess it's also my fault that you cry at random times of the week, particularly when crashing from partying or when your boyfriend is not around, and then take it out on your roomates. It's also a really, really bad idea when you tell other people that you used the words "psychologically abusive" to get out of a lease because youre too lazy to find a replacement, and that you only said that to "piss me off". If youre going to lie, have some bit of common sense when you do it. My biggest regret is not video-taping all the shit you have done. Rather then tell people the truth, you have decided to play the victim but in doing so have not only lied to yourself but to all of your friends. You have used being a women to try to evade taking responsibility for your actions. Karma is a bitch and I feel sorry for the people youre moving in with. I wish I had paid attention to the red flags before moving in with you. —I feel so bad for your roomates-to-be

There was absolutely no need to give my car a "love tap". I was trying to get out of a gas station onto a busy street. Like the other two or three people walking past, it would have taken you TWO STEPS to go behind me (also known as common sense), there was lots of room, but your self-entitlement gave you an excuse to hit my car as you jogged past. Don't ever do that again. ...fucking self-important douche. —Blue civic

As a resident who lives near the Commons, it's lovely to see people walking by with their ice skates slung over their shoulder, cheeks rosy, and full of spirit following a skating session at the Oval. But come on Halifax, it's no longer a temporary establishment, you know that we love it, so what's with the trailer park? Is the next season of the Trailer Park Boys going to be filmed there? We've proven that we can get it right with the new library, let's apply that thinking elsewhere! —Bubs