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Tuesday, October 16, 2018
After reading "somehow still single," I wonder where women like her are. I enjoy bringing women candy and flowers, being well groomed and enjoying good company. I've been told Im good looking and in good shape and guess what? Single.
—Somehow still single
—Somehow still single
Yeah, we get it, your kid is cute and it is an extension of you to put all your failed dreams into or whatever. But how would you feel if every moment of your life, from your ultra sound to losing your first tooth, was put on social media? I feel like there needs to be laws against this shit. The same people who complain about circumcising children because they are too young to give consent are the same people who post pictures of their young children on social media CONSTANTLY. You are giving away your child's privacy for likes and follows. Stop it. Let your kid make their own decisions when they can actually consent to it.
—Consent is king
—Consent is king
Girlfriend, you seriously need to pressure wash your area. It smells as if someone left an open bottle of porter and a half-eaten donair on the sidewalk for a week. In August.
That may pass muster when welcoming the vernal equinox, but since it is, as you are so fond of saying "Getting, rather than giving is a feminist issue," you need to meet the rest of the world half way.
—Yes, that's Tiger Balm I'm putting on my upper lip.
—Yes, that's Tiger Balm I'm putting on my upper lip.
Tuesday, October 9, 2018
To the crybaby and his entourage out dining downtown during the recent convention: The server advised you twice about liquor laws that restrict your underage companion from being in the bar section after 9pm. They even suggested sitting in the main restaurant to you instead. So you had a hissy fit when 9pm rolled around and he had to leave. You even stiffed the server on a bill over $800. You know the kid has to tip out, right? He lost money serving your sorry ass. What an asshole you are.
—Another diner nearby
—Another diner nearby
To the person who stole my wallet from the bus instead of handing it in the the driver: I hope you read this. Not only was that my grocery money and registration money for my son to play basketball this year, but what you don’t get after you tried to make a fancy purchase with my maxed-out credit card is that I am on disability. My bus pass, ID, MSI cards, bank card, credit card and my wallet need to be replaced which is inconvenient, stressful, time consuming, and costly—not to mention what you took and spent which I can’t possibly replace. I can’t imagine you would care, considering your actions, so I hope karma comes right back atcha ASAP.
—Disillusioned with life
—Disillusioned with life
To the young man standing outside the barbershop, smoking a joint and coughing up several (seven actually) unique balls of gob from your throat and projecting them across the pavement toward the bus stop where I was standing tonight, I'd just like to let you know that you are not cool. In fact, you are so gross I nearly vomited. On the last gob, I couldn't help emitting a little "Ugh" sound, and when you looked over, I told you how much I felt like vomiting. You cheerfully replied "it's only spit, dear." No it fucking wasn't. It was half the contents of your diseased lungs and it was so horrid and antisocial. Next time, spit AWAY from people. Thank you.
—Spitting mad
—Spitting mad
It's a shame the grocery cashiers here aren't given chairs. I've travelled in Europe and Asia and most groceries have them. It would be easy to give them to the cashiers here. Even if they stood while dealing with customers, they could have a well deserved seat while waiting for the next customers. Help the suffering workers' health.
—Witness to needless grocery pain
—Witness to needless grocery pain
It's simple: The ability to admit your mistakes instead of belittling, demeaning and chastising others.
—There is a breaking point for every human being
—There is a breaking point for every human being
Yet another holiday has come upon us and my coworkers are talking about yet another social event that I haven't been invited to. It is awkward as fuck to have people talk about plans in front of me like I don't exist. I'm not even mad, rather I am confused and hurt. Team players? What did I do to be treated this way?
—Not heartless
—Not heartless
Dear drivers of Halifax,
Please remember these simple rules from the Nova Scotia Motor Vehicles Act—seeing as you agreed to follow them by getting a licence:
1. An intersection is any place that two or more roads meet. They may be marked or unmarked.
2. Every intersection is a crosswalk.
3. At any intersection PEDESTRIANS HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY!
I look all four ways and only cross at intersections. Next time you lay on your horn for me crossing legally and following the rules of the road, you should shove it!
—Just trying to make it to work without dying
1. An intersection is any place that two or more roads meet. They may be marked or unmarked.
2. Every intersection is a crosswalk.
3. At any intersection PEDESTRIANS HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY!
I look all four ways and only cross at intersections. Next time you lay on your horn for me crossing legally and following the rules of the road, you should shove it!
—Just trying to make it to work without dying