You lied about your dog being housebroken, don’t clean up piss and shit, mooch alcohol whenever I’m drinking on the weekend and actually ate my leftovers meant for work and cooked my chicken without asking. I’d call you a pig but I have more respect for them.
How convenient that this weekend I was planning on putting your belongings and dog in the backyard, but you already have plans on moving to Edmonton Sunday. Hope you don’t plan on sleeping here on the weekend, because you aren’t on the lease and are behind on rent, so technically you don’t really live here. Wish I did this sooner.
Rot in pieces. -Sodeypop
This article appears in Jun 12-18, 2014.
Life Lesson #1: Live alone, with a cat.
Roommates suck for the most part. Being in a situation where you need a roommate sucks too. Hope the next one is better or you get a good place on your own.
I hope, regardless of your feelings for your douchebag roommate, you don’t fire a defenseless animal in the backyard and, I hope you do the responsible thing and make sure he has made proper arrangments for his dog. If not, the responsibility rests on your shoulders, knowing that his responsibility level is non-existent, because none of this is the animals fault.
It’s time for you to get a copy of the DR Sheldon Cooper roommate agreement. Also never take a person’s word on whether their animal is housebroken or not.
I’m not putting the dog out in the rain tonight. Roomie has friends she can go to. When she gets back I’ll bring the dog out and she can get her friends to pick them up. I feel bad for the dog because it will grow up to be neglected and not properly trained, but there’s nothing I can really do in the situation.
I don’t know why I said I’d put the dog outside, just stupid stressed out anger? For the record, the dog is in the kitchen with water, food, blankets, and toys. I guess I’m dogsitting for the night.
Do not give the dog to the fake Anarchists that always appear at this time of year and hang out by the Willow Tree.
Sarge, it’s not his responsibility to make sure the idiot has made proper arrangements for the pooch. Mind your fucking business douchebag.
yours truly.
Hay , Wheels. Was that you on the 10 at the Bridge Terminal on Wednesday at suppertime? Wouldn’t let the epileptic guy on board with his service dog.
Great move, tossrag.
Imagine this, cabbies across Europe had a hissy fit when ÜBER launched and threatened their stranglehold on fare paying passengers, think ahead, coming to mass transit and Metro Transit next, quake in your boots union skivers.
https://www.uber.com/cities/london
Tuesday. It happened Tuesday. The driver held the bus for over 10 minutes. A supervisor never showed up. The young man apologized to the bus passengers, for the delay, before leaving at the request of a security guard at the terminal. The driver didn’t say squat.
Funny thing was, he was able to ride from Scotia Square to Dartmouth with no noise from the driver of that bus, at all.
And the dog – better behaved than a lot of passengers I’ve seen on the 10.
Way to go Wheels, ya douche.
So Wheels, you’d be able to sleep at night, knowing a certain pup may have no more home and you could have at least brought it to an animal shelter. Dickhead.
wheels you miserable, worthless piece of shit son of a bitch. yes it IS someone’s business what happens to another living creature. how can you stand to live inside yourself?
Molly, An empty conscience is a happy conscience. I guess.
LOL @ Wheels. You’re an absolutely clueless, selfish, useless fuck!!!! No, making sure a living creature is not in distress isn’t in your union contract but, it’s the right thing to do. If you weren’t so stupid, you’d realize that everyone here is embarrassed for you and your shitty outlook on life. Good luck with your anger and misery, it looks better on you than me, Sport!!!
I hope the reason for refusal for not allowing a service dog on the bus wasn’t based on religious reasons like I’ve heard in the news about taxi drivers.
The impression I got Klyde, was that this was definitely not the first time the gentleman with the dog had encountered this, and that either M.T. does not have a set policy on what constitutes a service animal, or they have not done a proper job of communicating that policy to drivers, leaving it up to an individual driver’s discretion. In any case I can absolutely understand the man’s frustration.
It is eminently satisfying to think that in this incident, the driver was our resident cupid stunt, Wheels.
The 52, on a good day.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?autoplay=1&v=l2…
Ummm – the singing on the 52 tends to be bit more rhythm and bluesish. But the gunplay and general enjoyment of the passengers is spot on.
Alright Im not farmiliar with the 52 where does it go?
To hell. ^^^
To Hell – from Hell.
Think of it as a Wiggerbago
^^Think of it as a human garbage truck, but the driver isn’t a union lackey.
Swordfish, your incorrect spelling of the word familiar, and using farmiliar, is probably a better description of some of the human livestock on that route.
I type em as I say em lol, Guess where Im from!
Minehead, Britisher pig, cool it Fuehrer cat.