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Keep your anger bottled up and you'll eventually explode. Instead, let it out in the form of an online rant. Thanks to Rantasaurus Rex, seething has never been easier. Just think of something that irritates you. It could be how your neighbors never invite you over to use their pool. It could be a clueless coworker who insists on telling you all the inane details of her pathetic little life. Or, it could be the mere fact that chickens exist. Then, write about it, mail it to Rantasaurus Rex, and watch them publish it for all the world to read. And if they don't, you can always write 'em an angry letter. Let the catharsis (and profanity) begin!

We've all been there. The co-worker who keeps swiping the Hot Pockets. The neighbors who get free-form with their garbage. The roommate that never does the dishes. So what do we do? We leave a note, of course! Sometimes, a simple Post-it does the trick, other times it's good to get a little more descriptive. Just one thing: Make darn sure it's polite-but-oh-so-scornful so you get the chance to see it posted on today's Pick. Not every missive has to threaten physical violence. Maybe sometimes you can call on the WWJD brigade. And of course, everyone loves a cautionary warning with a sense of humor behind it, whether it be inventive or merely, uh, subtle? So if your grammar stinks or your mother tongue is German, no matter! Be respectful and leave a response. Just try not to go overboard, m'kay? Thanks!!!!!!

How dare you impugn my favourite herb with your filthy web site of lies? I've been eating coriander (or "cilantro" as you Yanks call it) all my life, and it's never done me any harm! I love its subtle citrus-tinged flavour, and my wife uses it in all her recipes. But here you are with your damning haikus—have you got nothing better to do? Is it really necessary to publish 12 entire pages of anti-cilantro propaganda and stories? So it tastes like cheap cologne, soap, lemon washing-up liquid, or toxic metal cleaner, eh? I was browsing your 1,100+ members and they all look like ignoramuses. A stint in Her Majesty's Forces would do these lunatics a power of good. As if that wasn't enough, the very fact that you're selling apparel emblazoned with your anti-cilantro moniker is final proof that the world really has gone barmy.

Yours herbaciously,
Maj-Gen. Coriander, British Army