Guys its once again time for this blogs very favorite regularly occurring comedy show. We love it for a lot of reasons and it’s the only thing that can drag us into the smoky recesses of that hookah place on 1st avenue. This week, sweetening the already-pretty-sweet pot is Matt

Once upon a time, I thought only bad things happened on Muni, like catching the herpes or sustaining a stab wound to the hamstring.  Then I found Muni Diaries, an awesome site created for readers and riders to share Muni-related stories.  There I discovered something surprising:  NOT ALL MUNI STORIES

Ah yes, the Polish Hot Loaf. This illusive Greenpoint special can only be gotten from roughly 10pm-2am, and requires patience and adherence to the rules. You must wait until the roller door is half open and then knock three times, peek your little head under it, and ask for a

Last month Coach $izzle (her real name, I promise) clued you in on some great, inexpensive ways to chill out and stop being so stressed about the fact that you have no money with her post on Broke-Ass Wellness. You should listen to her because she is both a “Coach”

It’s no secret to anyone who knows me: I love Queen Latifah.  (See last week’s post, doye.) Not in the sick, sordid sexual way that I love Natasha Khan, but in the sweet tender, pal-like way that you love your favorite college professor or your friend’s mom.  I even started

When you’re newly single, have witnessed not one but two hobo-jack-offs within 4 hours, just got an awesome haircut and are meeting up with your best friend after a mutually miserable day at work, you just want to fucking chill and relax. Such was my story this very evening when,

Two of my very favorite things in the world conflict on a fundamental basis:  going out to eat and saving money.  These things are pretty much mutually exclusive — EXCEPT in a world that has websites like CherryDeals.com, which offers money-saving daily deals.  Because CherryDeals is an SF-based company, they

I recently watched an episode of “Antiques Roadshow” where an interesting object came up for appraisal.  My husband declared it a “piece of crap that wasn’t worth anything.”  I countered by claiming that it was, in fact, an ancient Egyptian canopic jar worth a lot of money.  When the words