Have mercy! You thought your rent was expensive! Friend of the site Christine Borkowski just sent me this link to a craigslist posting where the “Full House” house is being rented for $13,950! This 2985 square foot, 3 bedroom/3.5 bathroom, comes with the extra added bonus of knowing that you

In response to the recent revival of the show ‘Full House’ here are some plot suggestions to make the show more San Franciscan. 1. Danny raises rent on Uncle Joey’s basement apartment. Financially strapped Joey begins work as an Uber driver. 2. Michelle starts a YouTube channel featuring weekly episodes of

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Full House nostalgia is on full blast, which is odd considering that Full House was completely shitty and never any good. The Netflix reboot of the male-dominated, whitebread 80s sitcom has set off a nostalgic phenomenon with a porn parody, a gentrification parody and a Brooklyn hipster parody. Were you

My pal Jamie sings and plays bass in The Moanin Dove. He also plays bass in almost every other good band in San Francisco. And I don’t mean just wimpy regular bass that anyone can play (I can’t), but the super-manly upright bass. That’s basically (BASSically!) the largest instrument you

Alamo Square is probably best known for the Painted Ladies of Steiner Street and the always recognizable Full House introduction.  It has plenty more to offer, though. Alamo Square truly is a killer place to hang out on the cheap.  The park has tons to offer including a playground for

The Broke-Ass BFF of Danny Tanner, Joey Gladstone, was one of my first true Broke-ass models. As a frequently out of work comedian, Joey lived by the beat of his own jingle, living the life of an artist and never compromising his dreams (except for that episode where Phyllis Diller

As children in the 90’s, there were a many things we couldn’t fathom: Why can’t we bring back all the meat we shoot while playing Oregon Trail? Why do the makers of Valentine’s cards think that I want to Aladdin to imply that the grossest boy in class wants to

I don’t know about you, but I’m a little underwhelmed with comedy these days.  Maybe that’s because all the “comedy” I see is reruns of Full House and my douchebag guy friends getting wasted at bars and making entirely played-out jokes about face-sitting. Enter San Francisco-based Finktoons, a sketch comedy