Not long ago Monica the Intern and I were interviewed for a new part of The Onion’s website called Debaser.  The idea behind it is that they let you promote something of yours in exchange for telling an embarrassing story.  So I got to tell them all about the Fuck the Recession Party,

There a thousands of iconic photos of Coney Island from its epic reign through its Post-War deterioration into a dere-lict “my balls” trashy-ass scene, so I applied rigorous standards and ended up with this one. Coincidentally, there are breasts. I hope the tasteful,  impactful photo is titillating enough (excuse the

Only a deep man love for Stuart – you’re ok too –  can explain the effort of getting this out this early on Saturday. I’ve only slept a few hours in the past 2 days and some of those were in the backseat of an Echo on St. Mark’s and

While the banks in our country are struggling to stay above water, there is just one last chance that you can stick it to them for not playing their cards right and get something for free. Saturday is the last chance to be apart of the Bank of America Museums

This is what it sounds like when I write about myself in third person:   Broke-Ass Stuart has been called ‘œAn SF Cult Hero’ (SF Bay Guardian), ‘œBest Local Writer’ (SF Weekly) and “The Chief of Cheap” (Time Out New York) but to those familiar with his work, he’s just ‘œthat douchebag

Some of my earliest memories are that of lying on the grass in my grandparents’ front yard above Lincoln Heights, Los Angeles, surrounded by decaying Christmas lights and rusting buckets turned into plant containers.  My Nana was roasting some immense side of pork in the monstrous, fire-breathing barbecue contraption they

Yes that’s right.  Some absolute genius in Burlingame decided to create a museum devoted entirely to the strange and wondrous Pez and it’s dispensers.  Apparently the rarest Pez dispenser in the collection is worth $5,000 and is a Mr. Potato Head character that was was taken off the market in 1973 because

Well, it’s the first week of April, so I’m sure I hardly need to tell you that the Quaker Parrots are stirring in Brooklyn. These parrots, also know as Monk Parakeets, are something of an anomaly here and there are many theories explaining exactly how they arrived. Luckily, Steve Baldwin,