I'm fuckin sick of that shit. Plain, clear and bland. What happened to Kool Aid? On top of that, where the fuck are my Kool Aid points? You want an old school pitcher with the matching cups? Well, you're gonna have to try EBay. Now I'm off topic because I'm pissed about the points. But seriously folks, get at least one pack of Kool Aid in your cupboards. I don't want your ghetto ass plain water. Oh, and don't get cherry. Cherry sucks!

Fuck! Almost forgot the most important part. You gotta have sugar in those cupboards. If not, I'm a powerful enemy to make. —Nukka

Ok, i get it, you wanted to show your respects to Mandela. But, I also get that your travel costs were a waste of tax payer money. Federal or provincial, it still comes out of our pockets —feeling like a butt hole sore citizen of NS

You looked like you just had corrective eye surgery because one of the lenses of your glasses was tinted dark. All the more reason for you to be extra cautious while driving your dark minivan. Have you not heard the news about people getting hit in crosswalks lately? You were deep into a riveting conversation with someone on your cell phone when you came within an inch of my handlebars. I was riding my bicycle as far to the right as I could, in what little roadway we have after a storm. The rule is 1m even in the winter, could you give me at least half a foot? Then you make a swift left without regard for the lady trying to cross the street. You act like you don't know what you did wrong? Wait until you have finished driving to return calls and watch out for pedestrians. —#SorryNotSorry

I am tired of stupid women that are 5 years older than mean or old in general. That think they can try and break up a happy marriage. They try their hardest. the even put information about how they are hoes on facebook. —ms lala

We wrote you up because you weren't living up to our expectations. You started working for us doing accounting and admin in the spring of 2012, but in the past six months we expanded, and added a little to your duties. Then unexpectedly, your coworker in the same dept. had a death in the family and went on a leave of two weeks. We got you to pick up some more of the slack until the other girl came back. We understand that you have been busier lately but your attitude went downhill drastically, every half hour sighing, every time you're asked to do something, you sigh. We're all very busy but you don't hear us letting out annoyed sighs all the time. We added to the other girl's duties too (before her close niece died) and she never made any fuss. You have been struggling to keep up with the tasks and when it was discovered that that you were falling far behind in collections and there were still invoices from back in September that weren't filed yet, this was the last straw. We brought you out to the office and gave you a written warning. Then you asked us if this was joke. When we said no, you were fuming and said to us you should be getting a raise, not a writeup, and you were overworked. Give me a break, you little whiner, we didn't give you THAT much more to do. As for a raise-- we pay you $13/hour, you get paid well enough! When we told you to shape up and get a better attitude before you could get any raise, you went into full temper tantrum and stormed out, screaming you quit! What are you, 25 going on 12? You don't get what you want, so you quit on the spot? You weren't doing your job to our expectations, so you were reprimanded, plain and simple. You should have been thankful to have a job; do you know how many people would gladly take your position? So thanks to you, we have to spend the Christmas season doing interviews. —Business Owner sick of entitled Gen Y'ers

The Portland Hills bus terminal is grossly subpar in that there are no machines to make change. The payphone won't accept quarters, you need a fucking calling card. The vending machines eat your money and the fucking Link bus robs you blind because you have to put a whole loonie in there when you can't make change for 50 cents. You metro transit bastards have a change counter that ensures you get the proper fare. You have built in this technology to protect your bottom line. Would it fucking kill you to spit out my 2 quarters change? I don't like giving away free money to line the pockets of your fatass CEO's. Furthermore, WHY does a direct, short link route cost more than the other routes? These buses are essentially empty because nobody wants to pay extra for nothing. The amount of traffic this terminal has created for cole harbor road is ridiculous compared to the amenities it actually succeeds in providing. I would rather wait on the street and shave 15 minutes off my travel time then fuck around in your shitshack. Your bathroom is always closed for repainting. You can't even take a shit in that shitshack. Probably due to all the graffiti all over bathroom due to the pissed off passengers. —ripped off daily by rich assholes

To my fly by night friends who can't even return my phone call from a week ago, but I see you posting your facebook statuses daily. You're an asshole. You want me to drop everything though and run and jump when you have a whim to plan a "girls night". I'm expected to open up my apartment till the early morning hours for you to escape your mundane marriages which you're bored of but so fucking dependent upon. When I read, "My hubby said I could go to girls night, Yippy!" That was the last straw. Really? He gave you permission? I'm so glad your hubby allowed you to attend, but I won't be there. I don't want to hang out with some pathetic stepford wife. This ain't the 1950's! —You have permission to fuck off

To a certain burger joint in HRM, you are deceiving the public with your "local" claim. Don't pretend I didn't see the Sysco truck unloading your beef and potatoes. —One unhappy customer who might as well eat at McDonalds than this place

After everything I do, you still refuse to get yourself help. Depression can't be cured without talking to a professional. I hate to see you rot away in your dark little hole, but I don't know how to help. —at a loss

no, you can't help me shithead. there is nothing in this liquor store that i don't already know. i'm not interested in the new sugar liquor in the blue bottle, or the new exciting coors beer you've imported all the way from america. or the unbelievably over-priced wine you think is good. or the same shit you've sold me for the past 40 years. i'm in a good mood, talking to my wife and her friend across the isle. and you follow me, and follow me. you have a fucking security guard for some reason, and still you follow me. 'can i help you?' again. the place is hideous like a new mall, that absolutely nobody wants, but it's the only place that sells booze. how did it get like this? are we children? a little stockholm syndrome maybe? fuck this place. —you make more than people who do real work