You think I’m exotic because I look different. I’m not a snake, a tiger or some sort of foliage. I hurt, I cry and feel pain just like anyone. If you ever see me again, just remember I am as good or better than the next person you will ask out. I am me, not a shade of pale or dark but accept who I am. The mystery is over, it was meaningless so just keep walking and pretend you never met me. —Meaningless

Please, for the love whomever you may pray to, pick up your dog shit! If you can't do it nine out of 10 times, you shouldn't be a pet owner.

I know you can get caught short without a bag and the guilt of your dog's shit on the side of the road eats away at you. But if you're the guys and girls I see out and about without bags, looking over your shoulder as your pup takes a monster or micro crap on the side of the street and shuffle along as if nothing happened, you fucko should be wearing the leash because clearly you need some obedience training. And to the students and young professionals living along Victoria and Tower Road that quickly scurry along quickly because you've got to get to class or work when called out on your dog's shit, #adulting. Pick up after your pets, just like your parents wiped you when you were young. —My Shit’s Bagged Up

Why is is it a crime if I don't choose to tell you my personal life? I am private and wish to remain that way, I don't know you, you are not my friend. I've tried to change the subject and not make my personal life your business. You are too inquisitive! Am I that important to you that you focus on me, gossip about me, speculate....Leave me alone.

Great for you that you have the spouse and the kids, I don't. Nor do I want to hear about you. Some people has had a rotten life not because of them but because life threw it at them.

I care that you are a human being and I am socially polite. Now move on and stop being so nosey! Get a LIFE and stop making me your life! —Mind Your Own Business

I'm a member of a union. I do not support the teachers or the nurses unions. At negotiation time they say it's not about the money. Well, it certainly was about the money for several decades up to now which is why every other aspect of those public institutions and the people they serve are suffering now. I support the Liberals reigning it all in. I support unions who care about the un-unionized. Only there aren't any of those.

I'm putting my energy in to supporting people with no sick days, no paid vacations, no benefits, no medical, no pension. I'm taking a stand against clear cutting and burning wildlife habitat.
—Enjoy Your Paid March Break

First Hedley, now Nelly? What the fuck is up with Halifax continuously booking sex offenders? Jesus, have some pride and book a group who doesn't touch women against their will. Or book a group that's still relevant in 2018 at least. Last time I heard Nelly or Hedley was at a middle school dance 10 years ago. —Assaulted and Angry

Motorcyclists: Have you ever heard the axiom,"Big noise = little penis"? It's amazing how one person making a shitload of noise can turn a nice demeanour into some mental sludge that just won't purge. It's bad enough all the ambulances have to drive through the centre of the city to get to their destination, the difference being that their noise is necessary. Take me home, country roads. —Relocated Rural

The majority of people agree that gun culture in the US is insane, and it seems a change may finally be underway. However, one company has officially refused to stop delivering special benefits into the bloody hands of NRA members: FedEx. But even if you don't care about guns, maybe you care about endangered species, the ocean, or cruelty. Shark finning involves cutting off a shark's fin and letting them suffocate to death and the practice is destroying numerous species and disrupting fragile ecosystems. The largest importer of shark fins outside of Asia? Canada. And a major shipping firm that refuses to stop transporting them? FedEx. Stick with Canada Post or UPS, who has agreed to a ban. —This One’s Got Teeth

I just finished eating a foot-long, cold cut sub with cheese, thinking I was being healthy.  I just decided to look up the nutritional info to give myself a pat on the back, but wait - this fucking thing I just at was 900 calories and a whopping 50 grams of fat. Holy shit! I might as well go to a burger joint and get a meal I actually like. Way to ruin my diet, you false advertising bastards! Never again. And I'm still hungry!  I should have gotten some damn chips! —And Your Cold Cuts Are Too Salty

When you left, I never thought I'd never be happy again. Three years later? My career is taking off, my girlfriend is gorgeous, and you're getting old doing the same stupid nonsense you were always doing. Even if we never talk again, I got the last laugh. —JD

Get it together. Your broke-ass, drunk as fuck self isn't charming any more. Ditch the booze, ditch the men, and start loving and respecting yourself.  Do whatever it takes so that you can be happy again. You have been sabotaging yourself for far too long. Boom. —Your Life