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How to go to a FREE Taping of the Daily Show
There are tons of shows looking to fill up their studio audiences. 30 Rock has no seating, so after a lengthy debate with myself I chose The Daily Show over The View. John Stewart’s eye rolls live beat a seat next to a Bible Belter in a seasonally-theme sweatshirt. Sorry
Will Cross-dress for Free Dinner
Wearing a skirt as man can get you a few things depending where you are ‘“ some supplemental income in the Bowery, a bagpipe in Scotland, a punch in the face in Detroit. Last night it got us a free 3 course dinner and 2 drinks at the schmancy Park
Bright Strings and Nimble Fingers
I know that I’m prone to over exaggerate things. I often just get really excited about something and suddenly it goes from being a cool little happening to “Holy shit! You have to go to this! It’s gonna be the best thing ever!” I know this about myself and I’ve
We Be Bartending Wednesday at Habibi
An ideal guest bartender is one with previous experience, charisma, and a rolodex of big spenders and social butterflies who are ‘œthe life of the party’. My college nickname was Tallie McShitty, but thanks to desperate bar owners, the prohibitive criterion have evaporated and I’ll be behind the bar with
Change is Coming
In the next day or so Broke-Ass Stuart’s Goddamn Website is gonna be having some major changes. Not only are we gonna feature info about restaurants, bars, and events, there’s also gonna be feature articles on things like Sex & Dating, Style and Shopping. Plus, there’s even gonna be
SF: Anarchist Bookfair this Weekend
I would be doing my Santa Cruz liberal arts education a disservice by not posting this. Make sure to stop by so you can learn how to tear the Babylon System down. Or at least buy some zines on how to make a pipe bomb.
NY: D**k slap Friday the 13th before it goes limp on St. Patty’s Day
It’s time to get over Friday the 13th. I mean, the blood, from the ‘œth’? Seriously? Not scary. Worse still is that the movie that launched the craze is anti-sex. Puritanical Mrs. Voorhees hasn’t forgiven two counselors who had blissful, transcendental sex while her son Jason drowned nearby. Years later,
