To the people who yell "faggot" at me from passing cars simply because I dress and carry myself well: suck my dick, because you're god damn right. —Delightfully Bisexual

If you don't fit in the bus seats, please don't squeeze between me. Gross. —Skinny Minnie

We get it, your hubby is going away for work for two weeks, you don't know what to do with yourself without him joined at your hip. But must you go on about it every freakin day on facebook?! You're pathetic. It's just 14 days in NFLD. My good friend's hubby is in the military and went overseas for 6 months and she only mentioned missing him ONCE! Your man's 14 days is NOTHING, so stop going on about it as if he died. I get why you might mention this once (well, not really, it's only two weeks...). Is it cause you have to go all that time without his awesome cock?! One word: vibrator. You're the same annoying twat who said you were complete once you married him and when mentioning him on FB, you ALWAYS refer to him as my HUBBY. Woo, you're married! Congrats, you did something that millions of people do every year, big fucking whoop! Well, I deleted you. I don't delete people often, but you were the first I booted off since 2010. I hope the rest of your friends whose delete buttons you likely flirt with will follow suit. —Deleted your needy ass and don't miss you one bit

I am so sick and tired of the overall abuse and lack of support that teachers receive in this province - especially after the winter that we have had. It is not the teachers' fault that we have had so many storms, but they are the ones who suffer by having their marking day taken away from them. Everyone seems to have forgotten, but close to a decade ago, ten extra days were built into the school year to make up for missed time in the classroom, which is why school starts as early as can be in September, winter break is shorter than it used to be, and school ends as close to June 30th as possible. Have we exceeded those ten extra days this year? No, we have not. So there is no need to hit the panic button just yet. What many people do not seem to understand is that teachers only get paid for being at school twenty minutes before the first bell, and twenty minutes after the last bell. Marking is not usually feasible during those times because it is used for morning duty, lesson planning, or extra help. During the school day, it is naturally expected that class time be dedicated to the students themselves, so most teachers end up marking everything on their own time. So before you stop and criticize teachers, think about what our school system would look like if teachers only worked what they are paid to do: that would mean saying goodbye to teams, clubs, committees, dances, proms, trips, and absolutely anything extracurricular. —Annoyed

fuck all you pretentious dudes who drink shitty beer and hide behind your beards and elitist attitudes. time and time again i feel like im dating a teacher or a weird old man with the way you talk down to me and explain to me things i already know. —witch king of angmar

As the result of that false report to HRP about me you had your friends make, undercover cops showed up to question me for suspicion of dealing drugs out of my apartment . You did threaten revenge if I fucked you over,yet from day 1 you lied to me about whom you're friends were...As a result, HRP have a file on me because you people broke the law not me. —Laugh it up Bitches.

To the black guy that assaulted me at 830am on Summer Street Wednesday morning, and damaged my bicycle. Go to anger management. You need help. I banged on your window because you were putting my safety at risk when you tried passing me aggressively with no space between my bike and your car. All for what, to save you the extra one or two seconds before you got to the cars in front of me? It's a narrow road. What were my options? Am I supposed to turn on my magical rocket jets and fly into the sky so you can save two seconds? Were you really in that much of a hurry? I didn't damage your car. But you destroyed my bicycle. It is currently being repaired, thanks to credit cards. I am a student, I have no money. I can't even afford to buy food and I was just about to turn onto college street to go get dental work at Dal. You got out of your car, shoved me off my bicycle, unprovoked. I tried to talk to you calmly. I tried to explain that I didn't hurt your car, that I only banged with a gloved open hand, on the window, because you were driving me into parked cars as you tried passing me. I have served you coffee probably 200 times or more. You always seem in a rush when you leave. I've never seen you smile, so perhaps your life has difficulties in it that I don't know of. I've greeted you as friendly as I could each time. My goal in life is to try to make people happier. What is it in life that makes you lash out at innocent people? I am charging you with assault, and I am charging you for damaging my bicycle. It's an expensive bike, and my only transportation. You damaged my wrist, and now I need to miss classes. I hope you get some help for your problems. Your woman seemed very nice. She tried to stop you. We all tried to stop you calmly. You let your anger spiral out of control for what really wasn't anything to get angry over. Take responsibility for your actions. See you in court. —Assaulted Cyclist

Look, girls. If there was a male equivalent to this site we would LOSE OUR MINDS. But I guess it's ok for you to talk about someone’s “diq” (ew) and shit talk people behind their backs cause you know, it's a safe space. Not really all that safe for the people whose pictures, phone numbers and full names you're posting after you sleep with them. You need to hold yourselves to higher standards. This is garbage all wrapped up in shitty fake feminist wrapping paper. —Blah

Has anyone sought comment from the canadian dental association if they will accept the boys club participants? It seems the group members have already messed up their own careers ... The university will protect them but will the money and notoriety follow them that far up the ladder? —dental disgust

Hey you, in the trendy, overpriced, goose down-stuffed jacket; you look like an asshole with that fox tail around your neck when you're buying yoga swings and om symbols and shit. It's dead, figure it out. Namaste. —Disgruntled retail girl