If you’re been scouring the internet for parody videos featuring low budget costumes and farce-style acting about contemporary topics like Tim Tebow’s mom, TNT dramas and payphones, look no further than Don’t Touch Me There. Blaine Perry and Pat Stango and their Don’t Touch Me There team make a fine

Let’s say you ended up in Times Square. I’m sorry. But you’re here, and after fending off a hundred pan flute players and dudes asking if you like comedy, or, worse, you just got off shift playing your pan flute or asking hundreds of Germans if they like comedy (the

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

Remember being 18? Apparently while the rest of us were sneaking warm beers from our parents’ garage, comedian Liz Miele was being profiled in the New Yorker. NBD. Now, at 25, Liz’s comedy is older and wiser but still told with the relatable ease that’s been earning her attention since

It’s been awhile since the starts have aligned for me to make it over to Madrone on Divis for one of their first-Wednesdays Comedy Happy Hours, but the jokes I do remember between the $2 PBRs and dollar-off drafts from the last one were a HILARIOUS mix of insightful stand-up

Watching comedians on TV is all right, but the beeps where there should be swearing really detracts from the overall enjoyment. It’s not anywhere near as tragic as when movies get edited for TV and they replace words like “sex” with “the session” and you die a little bit inside.

We here at Broke-Ass Stuart have featured Don’t Touch Me There a whopping total of five times over the past year. This offers up a number of possible explanations. It is, for example, possible that BAS, conscious connoisseur of all things comedic and sharp, sees a certain artistic strength and emotional maturity in

Unless I accidentally sit in the wrong seat, it is unusual for me to walk into a bar and find three glasses of nice wine waiting for me on my table. Especially at a swanky spot, complete with prerequisite swanky spot twinkly lights. But this happened to me at City

Every year, I worry my Midwestern parents by telling them I am spending the entire weekend in the dank basement of a Gristedes in Chelsea, drinking cheap beer until I either run out of money or I fall asleep. I try to explain that it’s all to see stars and