WRONG for 2014!!!

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New Year's Eve w/The Bill Stevenson Trio | Stayner's Wharf Pub ...
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WHEN IN FACT...
The Bill Stevenson Nine Steps Band Played at the Economy Show Shop
I feel that whoever is responsible for this error should check their info before they go to press. The Coast supplies the public with a service. However the wrong info was a disservice to the Shoe Shop and the Bill Stevenson Nine Steps Band and their followers. —Bill Stevenson Nine Steps Band

To all of you straight male identified folk in Halifax who consider themselves allies or feminists: step up and stop treating the woman in our communities like toys. Halifax has so many beautiful, strong, creative, talented female identified folks and they deserve so much better than what you are dishing. Try kindness and friendship before you objectify/sleep with us. Treat us the way you would want your friends, your family, your community, your sisters and mothers to be. I get it. It's hard sometimes, but this needs to change. Just be honest, straight forward and take a breath and try to know yourself a little more before you leap. I have seen too many tears from too many friends in this city. Our femme folk deserve so much better and it starts with you. Instead of warning us that you don't want to hurt us, just don't. Be cool and kind and honest. Be the good ally you present yourself to be. —Tears on our pillows

Y U call my house 10 times last night from an unknown number, but refuse to leave a fuckin' message? I don't care if you call so many times your fuckin' finger falls off, I ain't answering, dipshit. Let me enlighten you on the code of phone etiquette since it appears you were born without any, like an entitled asshole. 1. Call once. 2. Leave message. 3. fuck off. —Up yours

In November I got dumped by my boyfriend of over four years. He went out west to work for six months straight, then came back for a visit before he would be heading out again. He wasn't even going to be around for Christmas, so when he told me before flying back home that he had to tell me something important when he gets here I got excited and thought he was going to propose. I get the shock of a life time when he breaks up with me and said he's found someone else! Some other woman who also went out west for work! I was just devastated, crying myself to sleep. Of course I would seek support from my family and friends, but I didn't get that! Instead I got told what I could have done to keep him. If I moved out west with him and made good money myself, he wouldn't have left me. If I got in good shape like him, he wouldn't have left me. I should have went back to school. Apparently he's too good for me because he's toned up while I'm fat, clears over $10,000/month while I only clear about $1,400 at my retail job. Forget about all the times I stood by him, like when his dad practically disowned him and many other hardships he's gone through. I've loved him and treated him like a king. But now that he's making big bucks out west, I'm not worthy of him anymore. —Spent the holidays single for the first time since 2009

What is this "the back" area that customers think exists? It's a corner store the size of a postage stamp. I work everyday and I stock our shelves and I know what's on them. When I say we don't have something, please don't ask me to "check the back." There is no back. There's no magical extra room full of stock we withhold until someone comes looking for it. For the love of god, find another way to ask if there's definitely no more of the item you're looking for without telling your clerk to check "the back." —Baby got

Hey, you know what makes Winter Solstice the longest night of the year? It's not the alignment of the planets, but the tiresome bongo dirges you're banging out around your artisanal fire pit. I'm not sure whose parents bought you the eco-manse in the working class part of town, but I bet they'd be ashamed that you're polluting the neighbourhood at 2am on a Monday morning with your shitty "music." Please stop it and please move to an intentional community on the Eastern Shore instead of trying to live in reality with the rest of us. —I'm tired. Fuck you.

Look, girls. If there was a male equivalent to this site we would LOSE OUR MINDS. But I guess it's ok for you to talk about someone’s “diq” (ew) and shit talk people behind their backs cause you know, it's a safe space. Not really all that safe for the people whose pictures, phone numbers and full names you're posting after you sleep with them. You need to hold yourselves to higher standards. This is garbage all wrapped up in shitty fake feminist wrapping paper. —Blah

Okay, first off, I'm not nuts or anything, just another guy in this big wild world of ours. Anyways, I was walking across the MacDonald Bridge at around 11pm on Christmas night and a real spooky thing happened: I'm about halfway across the bridge towards Halifax and hear a mans laughter to my right...only thing is, there's nobody there. Creeped out, I kept walking and—no word of a lie—a hand pushed my back! Now, I'm not into ghosts or anything. The deepest I go is what new kind of beer I'll check out at a bar. Yet, all I know is: it bloody well happened! I guess I got a genuine spook-story to pass on. Also, I have no intention of walking that bridge again at night alone. I'll swallow my masculinity in saying I shrieked like an old lady, stopped, let the paralysis fade and walked briskly back to Halifax. Anyone else ever had anything like that happen? —Spooked

Are you the man that reeked of cigarettes and pot and came into a store Boxing Day, pointing to pictures on our wall and saying, "they're Christians and they have you working here today?" If so, here's a tip. Mind your own business, keep your mouth shut on other people's work schedules (let alone their faith), and engage your (stoned) brain before you open your mouth. It's 2014. You may make the assumption "they" are Christian based on a picture on the wall, but news flash: I'm not, so save the smug "merry christmas." I hope you read this, and I dare you to come back and share your opinions with the owner, and not the young female you felt comfortable patronizing. I'm almost 30 years old, the manager, and no one "has" me working, nor are you entitled to any concern about my schedule or my employers. And by the way, Boxing Day has eff-all to do with the Christian aspect of Christmas. —Happy holidays

Dear Santa, thank you so much for all the overtime we were not supposed to get anymore because the program the city bought for millions of dollars is not in the least doing what it was supposed to do. End overtime. Thank you for all the fat cheques many of us have been getting for months and months now, you're swell. Thank you Santa that they didn't listen when the union told them it would not work, and how ottawa went to court to have the same program that does not work trashed. Thank you ever so much. It has been wonderful to double up on credit card payments and the mortgage, plus the children will have a great Christmas this year. I'm so pleased with the way things turned out with the block picking program that has allowed me to buy myself and the family some really nice things not to mention being able to go on actual vacations out of the country. So once again Santa thanks for the extra fat bank account and God bless you. —Overtime lover