Win Tickets to the 5th Annual BAS Pub Crawl

The 5th Annual BAS Pub Crawl: You’re Either on the Bus or off the Bus

Have you ever had the desire to to roll around San Francisco in a big school bus drinking beer and ransacking local bars?  If so, September 18th is your lucky day.  My buddy Ken planned out the original pub crawl after blacking out from a night of attempting to hit every bar in the zine.  Now we’re officially on our  fifth installment of total fucking madness.  This year I’m renting out the amazing Teacher Bus for four hours of mobile shenanigans.  It’s got an ipod hook-up, it runs on bio-fuel, and it’s got a bloody dance floor!  I mean, just look how ill this bus is:

This year the event is happening on Friday, September 18th and the cost is $25 which will secure you: a seat on the bus, beer on the bus, and a magical mystery tour of bars all over SF from the Excelsior to North Beach.

There are two kinds of people in this world, those that are on the bus and those that are off.  Which one are you?  If you said, “on” then click here and buy your ticket right now because this shit is guaranteed to sell out quickly.  Wanna see pics from previous years?  Then click here and here.

But WAIT!!!!  Wanna win a pair of tickets? I bet you do.  Email me your most ridiculous story of being too fucked up for your own good.  The best story wins the pair of tickets.  You can hit me up at info@brokeassstuart.com

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I've been called "an Underground legend": SF Chronicle , "an SF cult hero": SF Bay Guardian, and "the chief of cheap": Time Out New York, but to those familiar with my work, I'm just "that douchebag who writes books about cheap stuff and drinks a lot".
  • http://aimees07@gmail.com Aimee

    I was once was so fucked up I sat the couch on fire while I was sitting on it…

    It’s dangerous to befriend the Bartender. I was headed home after a bunch of free drinks, I don’t exactly remember leaving the bar or that someone had given me a ciggerette, anyway I found my way home to the couch where I sat in my haze of glory. Suddenly smelling something burning, I looked around and saw nothing. Minutes latter my friend comes running toward the couch saying “Couch is on FIRE, couch is on FIRE!” My friend quickly took the buring cushion outside to put out the flames. I looked around accusingly asking who had a ciggerette only to find out it was me who had set the couch ablaze. I burned a good 10 inch chunck out of the cushion. The couch was white, there was no hiding what I had done except to throw a tapestry over it. O the good ole college days!

  • http://brokeassstuart.com Broke-Ass Stuart – Editor In Cheap

    That’s a pretty damn good one :)