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EatGordaEat | The Best-ish Food Blog That You’re Not Reading
Illyanna Maisonet is not only Broke-Ass Stuart’s Web Editor, she’s also a classically trained cook and baker that writes a food blog called EatGordaEat. Why should you be reading it? Besides it being the only blog you’ve ever read that features Puerto Rican recipes, there are shiny photos of food taken by
I Asked People on Facebook Where the Worst Place They Pooped Was…The Answers are Amazing.
The other day I asked all my Facebook followers where the worst place they ever pooped was. The answers were absolutely amazing. I literally teared up from laughing so hard. This one will make you choke from laughing: My backyard. I got locked out and had to shit so bad
Color Me Blank: Self-Labeling in times of Neo-Liberalism
According to National Geographic, in 2050 the United States population is believed to become a mixed, interracial and an even more homogenous/diverse country than it is now. As a result of this threat, traditional phenotypical races are becoming wary of the trends, census stats and the lingo used to define
Famous Art Professor Critiques the Artwork of Presidents & Dictators
During George W Bush’s presidency he was called many things. ‘President’, ‘Dictator’, ‘Commander in Chief’ or ‘ War Criminal’. What is certain is no one ever referred to him as George ‘The Artist’. But in 2013 a hacker broke into the Bush family email accounts and leaked George’s paintings. The
Broke-Ass Valentine’s Day Poetry: The Moon of My Life
Lucifer was cast out of heaven; I was cast out of hell The perfect balance between Good and Evil truly rebelled And as he fell for the beautiful Belle, The Beast could illustrate with kisses, visions Words can’t describe Yet it’s written on your skin in invisible ink, I Fell
Huge Announcement: Check Out The Awesome BrokeAssStuart.com Redesign!!
Woo-hoo!! Will you look at this baby?!? Goddamn it looks good! This has been a long time coming and I am glad it is finally here. Now that you’re here please take some time to look around. We’ve made some pretty stellar changes to BrokeAssStuart.com so that you’ll get all
The City That Was: An Evening With Charles Bukowski in My Living Room
In The City That Was, Bohemian Archivist P Segal tells a weekly story of what you all missed: the days when artists, writers, musicians, and unemployed visionaries were playing hard in the city’s streets and paying the rent working part time. It’s apparently some kind of special beer week in San Francisco, and