Half of the fucking U.S. is covered with snow and we’re still going to ‘Spring forward’ this weekend. March 8 is the earliest date we’ve ever transitioned into Daylight Saving Time, and that’s bullshit. How in the fuck can we “Spring forward” when it is not yet even Spring? In
Brokeassstuart.com proudly presents the Broke-Ass Artists series where we give our readers an insight to the struggle of some up and coming talent in music. What advice would you give to someone who is afraid to pursue their passion? Get over it. [sic] We are not obligated or required to
I like danger and anything I can’t have. My favorite crime is forgery. It’s a neglected art that we’re taught to be ashamed of. Before I tutor your first session, here are a few guidelines: The Rules of Forgery. 1st RULE: You do not talk about FORGERY. 2nd RULE: You DO
I like danger and anything I can’t have. At 2:15am I took a stolen carton of Marlboro Reds (one that I stole) to sell on Leavenworth St. in the Tenderloin (the TL). It traded for $50. I took my new $50 bill and bought two roxicodone. The $50 was fake,
In this town, an existential crisis is always right around the corner, luckily so is a bodega. I wasn’t quite sure how I would get out of this one. My employer former employer owed me a shit ton of money and wouldn’t answer my calls or emails. As always, bills
If these skintight rubber fashions and the NSFW tag above pique your interest, you’re perhaps tempted to attend SF fetish fashion events like RubbDown ‘15 or International Ms Leather. And you’ll surely look fuckin’ fabulous in those shiny, clingy outfits that so prominently emphasize the precise dimensions of your boobs and/or junk.
In the last 6 months alone, I have bartered for 20/20 vision via $4000 Lasik eye surgery, $2500 in catering, $400 worth of handyman work, $660 worth of hypnotherapy sessions, 20 Kinky Salon tickets, $1200 worth of gym membership/ personal training, $140 Deva hair cuts, and a $390 Burningman ticket. If I can barter for all