Published August 02, 2007. bitch slapper so i’m driving by the Commons on Saturday afternoon, windows down and feelin good when i hear a yelping. i look over and see this blonde headed squeege bitch sitting on her dog and punching it in the head and yelling at it…all the while the rest of you […]
Love the Way We Bitch/Love
Love The Way We Bitch – Share your anger, complaints, frustrations, disappointment about living in Halifax. Post a bitch, a rant, a comment. Or send some love at Love The Way We Love blog. Printed weekly in the backpages of The Coast.
Glass smash be-trash
Published August 02, 2007. Glass smash be-trash To the shitty little arseholes who busted all the glass out of the bus shelter on Herring Cove Road: what the hell are you thinking? You got a problem with the nasty transit users who stand in the shelter to get out of the rain? Maybe you hate […]
Slow moving morons
Published August 02, 2007. Slow moving morons This goes out to all you cyclists who insist on riding in the middle of the goddamn road; FRIG OFF. Unless you can peddal as fast as I’m allowed to drive, then stay as far over the side as you can get, ride on the sidewalk. I don’t […]
Big babies
Published August 02, 2007. Big babies I really, really hate it when men refer to taking care of their OWN children as “babysitting”. Babysitting, guys, is when you take care of SOMEONE ELSE’S children. When you take care of your own children, that’s called “parenting”, and it doesn’t end when the other parent comes home. […]
Boring bitch, but littering still sucks!
Published August 09, 2007. Boring bitch, but littering still sucks! Hey twunt! Yes, you, with the middle-class-hand-me-down Volvo Wagon that you threw your little piece of garbage under outside Blockbuster on Kent Street. You might consider paper ultimately “biodegradable”, but it takes a fair while, and that ain’t the point. How about I go dump […]
learn to use your tools
Published August 09, 2007. learn to use your tools Congradulations to Tim Hortons for steping into the 20th century and adding Credit card Machines (21st Century Debit can only be around the corner) But for the Love of God, If you are going to be so progressive, Teach your Staff how to opperate them. I […]
bus trouble
Published August 09, 2007. bus trouble Since relocating to Clayton Park West I find myself on the bus like all the time. And my biggest bitch? Parents or sitters who bring these frigging huge strollers on the bus when they take baby out for the day. I am not staying that you shouldnt be taking […]
FUCK YOU RED HONDA
Published August 09, 2007. FUCK YOU RED HONDA 10:11 – August 6th 2007 To the asshole driving the souped up red honda accord blaring your music. you were turning left from south to south park street and decided to chuck out your time hortons cup. I passed it back to saying you dropped something and […]
Why the fuck?
Published August 09, 2007. Why the fuck? Can someone please explain to me why the fuck HRM has even bothered to put public smoking by-laws into place? I watch Metro Transit drivers park thier idling busses at terminals and chain smoke thier fucking faces off every single day, right in front of a sign that […]
Sick Fuck
Published August 09, 2007. Sick Fuck To the sick fuck who beat that kitten to death, you ought to have a club taken to you. And to the mother of the sick fuck who’s defense is that “everyone in Spryfield does it”; your kid is going to grow up to be a fucking serial killer […]
Beware, Arse Grabber
Published August 09, 2007. Beware, Arse Grabber This is to the cowardly piece of swamp scum who has been terrorizing Central and West End women – I hope to fuck I never come across you, you cunt, because I will personally rip off your balls with my molars and spit them out in the gutter […]
Missing the signs
Published August 09, 2007. Missing the signs To the people/city workers/Metro Transit people who keep ripping down my lost cat signs in the north end of Halifax—don’t you have anything better to do? I understand homemade advertising signs are a blight on the city’s landscape, but how else am I going to let people know […]

