I'm trying to play strip Literati with my girl on Yahoo and the game is down. Looks like warm PJs will stay on tonight. -Buzz

These potholes are making me thirsty! -Costanza

What happened to all the real men? You think growing a beard and dressing like a lumberjack makes you a real man? You're all the same, probably followed every trend out there since you can remember and will continue to follow every trend because you lack any sense of self and the ability to generate your own thoughts. A real man doesn't need to be told how to act, look, dress. Figure it out you fools! To quote from Beard Aficionado:

"The beard has turned into the padded bra of masculinity. Sure it looks sexy, but whatcha got under there? There's a whole generation running around looking like lumberjacks, and most of you can't change a fucking tire."

Bearded fools! Grow a pair! -Lady Part

I am not a telemarketer. I am a quality control officer confirming your receipt of a delivery. I am not trying to sell you something—you already bought it. I am not allowed to leave you a message—what if the package you received was a surprise gift, or the contents were private? I call several hundred numbers a day, so when you see my number on your caller ID and call me back, I will probably not be able to remember that specific call. Give me a minute for gawdssake. Just answer the freaking phone, and if you don't know the number and there was no message left, why sweat it? -People Are Weird

I've got a lot of respect for the women who work in Halifax's only skin joint—however I couldn't believe my ears when the day manager (who's always got this greasy appearance, like you've caught him in the middle of wanking) tore a strip out of one of the dancers for NOT taking clients from the bar home with her, or giving out their real numbers and making an effort to do more than dance for them. This is unbelievable! And it took a lot of effort on my part to not step in and yell at him for making her cry because she wouldn't take home strangers from the bar she worked at...I have no idea where in the job description of "stripper" that "unpaid escort" comes into play, especially if that girl has a boyfriend of her own. I think its downright dirty, those girls have to put up with enough crap as it is, and adding that to the pile?! Thank god I only serve, how long before I'm supposed to bed randoms with thick wallets...ugh. No hope for the human race, well at least that guy. -Pizza Troll Not A Bedroom Troll!

So, I'm waiting for the #9 on the corner of Barrington and Inglis, and much to my disappointment, I see tons of trash pilled up on the side of the road. Where's the garbage can? Shouldn't there be a trash can at every bus stop? -Disgusted

Over a year ago, we were fuck buddies. I stopped contacting you when I started going out with this other girl. You flipped out at me because I wouldn't return your calls/texts anymore. We were just fuck buddies, not a couple, so I felt telling you it was over wasn't warranted. In fact, I wrote a Bitch about this because you were such a pain in the ass about it (I got railed hard on here about it, but fuck what a bunch a strangers think). I thought you finally moved on when the angry psychotic messages stopped a month after I began ignoring you.

But a few weeks ago, you track down my girlfriend on Facebook and tell her to dump my ass and that I'm no good. Your "warnings" threw a wrench in our relationship because my GF was starting to believe you. It took several talks with my woman to convince her that you were just a clingy psychopath.

Why don't you get a life and mind your fucking business? It's been over a year, get over it already! I can't believe I'm still in your head LOL. Oh, I hear from an insider that you haven't gotten laid since last June. You might have almost ruined my relationship and made life fucking annoying for a few weeks there but it makes me smile to think for the past 10 months, while you were getting NO DICK AT ALL, I was getting phenomenal sex five times a week, every week! Have a nice life, dried-up loser! -Still with that better girl

You “…are reaching the end of [your] expected lifespan.” The expected lifespan of a Nova Scotian man is about 78 years old and you are now 87. Daily interactions with you indicate significant changes in behaviour related to your health, such as eating habits and the ability to move normally—you use a walker FFS! We “…are seeing signs of aging and perhaps a reduction in the quality of life that [you] may be experiencing, so that’s why it’s cause to start asking…” the question: Do we bring on the ovens? -You’re cute but you’re old…

Report him
k thanks
bye
-his mom

Fuck you. Fuck you for hurting me in so many ways and not even realizing it, let alone apologizing. You could never see the problems in our relationship, and I realize now, long after it’s over, you never will. I’m done trying to be a friend to someone who puts in no effort. You don’t hate me huh? Well you sure as hell better not feel sorry for me, because finally getting over you has been the smartest thing I’ve done in a year. If you ever deflate your head a little and decide the people who care about you are worth your time, look me up. -Next time, insult me to my face. You used to be really good at that.