Dear Bus bitchers,

I am growing weary of your 'why aren't you on time' bitches. In my opinion, most of you are the kind of people that are consistantly late for work even when you have a vehicle.

Try leaving for work early enough that the ussual delays don't make you late more than a few times each decade......yep, become more like your parents and their parents. —Justa Sayin

I know people will make fun of this bitch... But I don't care.

I've been in a long-distance relationship for a year and a half now. My boyfriend lives 5 hours away, so it's not the worst. He called me, (really) drunk last night to say hi and we spoke on the phone for a bit. All of a sudden I hear his roommate's girlfriend barge into our bedroom, grabbing and pulling at my boyfriend and telling him to come back downstairs. He tried to explain to her that he was speaking to me and would come down in a bit, but this girl was relentlessly grabbing at him, and telling him she didn't care that I was on the other line, and questioning whether he really loves me or not.

He had to physically remove her from the bedroom.

What kind of girl follows another girl's boyfriend into his bedroom, and then refuses to get out!? On top of that, what kind of girl does that, especially when her own boyfriend is sitting downstairs!?

I trust my boyfriend 100% and I have no worries about him ever cheating on me, or lying... But is it wrong of me to hate this girl now? It's not like I'm jealous, or think anything would ever happen... I just want to kick her for being such a disrespectful twat! I can't help but feel that way about her now!! —Bothered

You could have very easily fucked that up for me today, but you chose to help me, instead. Thank you. —chicken in white wine sauce

Will the person who keeps writing all of those obnoxious "Love the Way We Love" elementary school secret admirer love notes to that bald headed fruit-arranger that works at that yuppie grocery store downtown please just lay the fuck off? You sound like a fucking airhead - you think the way he shovels ice is SEXY? What in the fuck does that mean? He's moving around chunks of frozen water with an over-sized spoon, sweetheart. That's it. It's not for a noble cause. He's not drastically improving lives. He's taking ice from one arbitrary spot and putting it in another arbitrary spot to ensure imported produce sold at inflated prices remains slightly chilled. You're throwing the dumbest of compliments into the world, darlin'. No one needs to read that shit. Step up your game or shut the fuck up. —mavis

Why is it that men tell me how great looking I am online and ask me out, but in person? Nada. Zero. Rien. Do men not do this anymore? Or am I just absolutely fucking hideous in person? —jigglybuttockslady

my first comment about moving here from another province is what the hell is up with buying a car and having to go all the fucking way out to bayers lake to get some god damned licence plates. really, that's the only place for anyone in this whole city to have to go.

and now the second thing, and it's government related also: went to buy a fishing licence. not only can one not do that like i am used to with a smart phone(yes other provinces you can do this online) but here you find a 'vendor' online and go to 5 stores, non of which have them, and then are told that even if you buy one now it will only last three more weeks, and then you have to buy a new one april 1st because you don't get them for a year from the day you buy them, but for the fixed calender year that the ministry deems to be best for them. this in itself isn't the fucking piss off, because really they aren't that expensive, but the fucking joke that makes these assholes seem imbred is that the only place you can get a license this time of year is by driving all the fucking way to waverley. really. that's worse than the god damned licence plate folks. looking forward to seeing my upcoming tax dollars spent on antiquated office sitting dog fuckers who can't be bothered to do anything useful at all. urgg. —Warmly Welcomed Lover of Facetiousness

I understand that Metro Transit buses need schedules. I also understand that the drivers have to abide by these schedules - so no fault to them, but these schedules are ridiculous. I travel past the Portland Hills Terminal everyday, and all three buses that follow that route have a common problem. The departure times on the schedule are too far apart. Maybe during rush hour they'd be accurate.. if rush hour also included several road blocks, low visibility due to fog that rivals the Bay of Fundy, and a White Juan 2.0. Metro Transit, maybe in one of your many route and schedule adjustments, you could make an adjustment that actually benefits your passengers - you know, the people that keep your company in business and pay your salaries? —Yep, still waiting

So you think I lost your friendship but think again your the biggest loser . Your the one that accused me doing wrong when its your covering up of your wrong doing so your spouse would not know what you were doing with someone else and disguise it . Thanks for humiliating me for something you did wrong . I now think it was not a friendship in the first place . —ex

Jackassery, mental illness, extreme poverty- regardless you cannot continue to weave in and out of traffic at north and gottingen begging for change from parked vehicles, or flagging traffic to a stop so you can safely get out of the way- there are big lights behind you that do that for us. Three calls to the police about this in the past few months. No changes- I've seen you nearly clipped by cars several time, I've spoken to you twice about it. Not sure what my next move is- —thoughts?

We all know she was NOT murdered because she was Aboriginal. Nobody would know she was Aboriginal if the media didn't keep stressing that. It was a tragic murder but not a hate crime. It was a roommate issue forgodsake! Now all these politicians and political activists are circling her like hungry wolves, eager for their fifteen minutes. Wouldn't it be more respectful to avoid politicizing her death? —Common Sense