I know how heartbroken many of you were when it was time to say goodbye to Four Loko, the widely revered and fondly nicknamed “blackout in a can.” If you haven’t been lucky enough to find a neighborhood liquor store that still miraculously has Four Loko in stock, not to
Right out of a Norman Rockwell… One thing I miss about living in a house with roommates is the board game nights we used to have. It was pure bliss, infused with ungodly amounts of wine, beer, Four Loko (RIP), pizza, and Sour Patch Kids. Oh, and laughing, because board
Compiling this year in review has made me feel better about my own personal year in review, which recently ended with a complete stranger on the L train telling me that, based on an hour he spent talking with me at Union Pool once, he thinks I have an alcohol
2010: It’s been, I can boldly say, a year for all of you. What events that unfolded throughout certainly vary per individual but I’m going to assume for most of you, if not all, it involves blush-inducing indiscretions, stolen cop cars driven into the Bay, ventures into the exciting world
I really hate the government. Regulating food and drugs and all that… What gives them the right to ban us from ingesting mass quantities of caffeinated malt liquor, blacking out, and vomiting all over unsuspecting people and things? But it looks as though there is nothing we can do. A
A brand new collection of Broke-Ass Stuart's writing made up of some of his most famous pieces and new things never before published.
I’ll start out with a hypothetical: It’s a Tuesday afternoon, you’ve been working like a dog all day (or, like me, woke up at 3pm because you work from home and set your own hours) and you’re STARVING. So starving you stoop to using a cliche over Gchat and tell