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Monday, June 2, 2014

Posted on Mon, Jun 2, 2014 at 2:20 PM

I wish people would stop telling me that my man's cheating on me while he works out west for weeks at a time. OK, he cheated on me once...way back in late 2011, and that's when we were having a rough patch! He even told me, himself. We are going strong and have been for the past two years. We worked out our issues years ago! And even if he's still a cheater, who's he gonna cheat with? He's on a camp with a bunch of men! People seriously need to mind their own business and learn to not project their misery on happy people. -East Coast Girly

Posted on Mon, Jun 2, 2014 at 2:19 PM

I like to listen to all news radio on my 45-minute morning commute. There isn't a lot of options for it here—either the public broadcaster or the cell-phone company-owned carbon copy of 680 News in Toronto.

My beef is with the advertisements on the latter. They are so annoying. Anastasia from a certain hippy pharmacy's voice makes me cringe. And why does every commercial have the same format (a terrible announcer doing a lead-in, posing a question out loud then the proprietor of the establishment, who has no business being on the radio, answering said question with way more information than a normal answer would have and throwing in some extra advice for shits). Of course, the stainless steel barbecue you sell would be the superior product, you're making money off of it. Don't pretend to be giving some worldly advice about the quality of stainless steel as if you're some fucking expert. You sell them, of course you will want us to think your stainless steel is some how better than that which costs half the price at a big box store.

I also hate their sports advertisements. Every five minutes, they have some screeching baseball announcer clip announcing a home run by Edwin Encarnation from some baseball game of past. Hurm, oh right, you also own that team, so of course you would advertise their games. Who the fuck listens to baseball games on the radio 2,500km away anyway?

Another thing—is some hardware broken at your station that regulates volume? The commercials and live announcers are OK volume, then you cut out to an interview or clip and its so quiet I have to put the knob up on bust to hear it, then it cuts back to the announcer at normal volume and it fucking deafens me. Is it that hard to play the clips at the same volume that your mics are set at?

Finally, the traffic reports. Since you are a carbon copy of 680 News, which boasts traffic and weather together on the 1s, why is it that you only do traffic and weather on the 1s for two or three hours? I would like to hear the traffic at other times too you know? God, what a shit show this is.

Too bad there isn't an alternative for live news here. The public broadcaster is unbearable at most times for another bitch-worth of reasons. Sigh. -Snooze 957

Posted on Mon, Jun 2, 2014 at 2:12 PM

When your profile said Accountant for your occupation, I thought you were accomplished like myself. I'm a CA and I figured having the same career in common was an immediate bonus. When I found out you only work as an admin assistant and do bank deposits and you barely make $25,000 a year, I was quite disappointed. For one thing, that does NOT make you an accountant so essentially you lied on your profile. Another thing, you can't afford the same things I can afford. I live in a nice house and go on a lot of trips. I need someone who can grow with me, not someone I might have to support. Sorry, there won't be another meeting. -This Guy Wouldn't be Single Anymore if there weren't so many Bullshitters

Posted on Mon, Jun 2, 2014 at 2:10 PM

To whomever took my denim jacket from the Sadies show at the Marquee tonight: kindly go fuck yourself. I left it alone because I didn't imagine a cheap, worn, second-hand denim with a highly personalized and very recognizable back-patch (I made that, btw) would be of value to anyone but me. I suppose I should be flattered that you admire my taste enough to rip me off, but the fact that I now have to buy a new coat rather cools me on the subject. I hope you enjoy wearing my jacket around town: anyone who knows me, or who reads this, will see the tombstone-shaped "Ravens" patch and know you for a thief. -Cold and Cranky

Posted on Mon, Jun 2, 2014 at 2:09 PM

Well my "friend"...you continue to play your game. You have an almost perfect scenario, yet you look your gift-horse in the mouth. -Spot-On

Friday, May 30, 2014

Posted on Fri, May 30, 2014 at 3:45 PM

Some moron thought it might be a remotely good and funny idea to take a big dump in my friend’s chives. Perhaps you're just some teenager on a dare, but that is really the epitome of idiocy! Have some respect—for yourself and others! How can you justify destroying (yes, destroying) food on a whim when people in this world are dying of hunger? Maybe worse is that you chose to do it in the yard of an amazing couple who would have made you feel quite welcome had you ever had the chance to meet them and get an invite into their lovely home. But you decided to take the scum route instead. You make me sick! -Foodlover

Posted on Fri, May 30, 2014 at 3:43 PM

OK, I know there is a joke about the man who tried to throw away his garbage can. Well it happened to me. I took a ratty garbage can and stomped on to it make it even rattier, then placed it—empty!—next to my garbage.

The garbage man did not take it.

I thought about writing a note like "Hey idiot! This is nfg" but prick would probably inspect and tag my garbage bags for the rest of eternity. -Justa Sayin

Posted on Fri, May 30, 2014 at 3:41 PM

Dear Pretty Boy Driving Your Pretty-Boy Car On the Circ Yesterday:

You have a beautiful car. It goes vroom-vroom. I get it. I really and truly do. However, I prefer to keep my anal inspections off the road and between the sheets. Next time you want to go that deep, be sure to buy me a drink first. -stilllovemypieceofshitdodgebecauseitgoesvroomvroomtoo

Posted on Fri, May 30, 2014 at 3:40 PM

I would like to let the "manager" of a certain food establishment housed in a larger building know how much of an incredibly pathetic piece of shit he is. On my lunch break I watched you belittle one of your young female employees (btw the staff nearly all female and late teens early 20s) as you made her stand and watch you sit and eat without even making eye contact.

Among other fucking garbage that came out of your mouth was the phrase "Me and my family paid for all of this, so that makes me the most important person here, remember that" while she begged for things unreasonable things like a weekly schedule while you rolled your eyes and made her wait for you to chew each bite 42 fucking times before responding. I also noticed how you bullied her into criticizing her work colleagues, insinuated that such trivial matters like a schedule were beneath you, and then left without providing her with any answers.

Newsflash asshole: a real man treats women with respect because he's secure in himself and doesn't need to jack up his self-esteem with ephedrine and putting down others, especially those smaller and weaker than himself. About the only thing I can commend you for is that by walking around with your chest puffed up and with your lip jutting out like that everyone can see what a desperate fucking clown you really are! -One Secure Dude

Posted on Fri, May 30, 2014 at 3:37 PM

Fuck the police officer who rolled up on me for riding to the sidewalk. This is following two cars honking at me because I was riding too slow I was riding slow because of the proximity I was with parked cars not know whether one contained a human blind to using the side mirror. Fuck the city for allowing parked cars on a two-lane street in the middle of rush hour. Fucking think for a minute. -Beginner Biker