Where on earth did he leave it? I bartend a few nights a week. It’s what I do to pay the bills since being a writer is obviously not where the money is at. The other day I found a hoodie that someone had left at the Golden Gate Tap

Because, sometimes, stupid decisions and warped logic are the essence of thriftiness: 1) Go commando. Is giving up underwear going to save you on laundry bills? No. But if you have a dangerous shopping habit, here’s one way to get rid of it: “Ooo look at those jeans… maybe I should

Cross economic divides and magic can happen… I’m a cheapskate. So are most of my friends. But sometimes, conversations about how crazy it is that the price of the supermarket toilet roll has gone up 50c get boring. I don’t want to sell my soul to someone who’ll take me

This post was guest written by Tyler Thompson If there’s one thing we all know about apartment buildings, it’s that there’s always an unsecured Wi-Fi network somewhere. Someone, somewhere in the building has that precious linksys signal. I spent my formative years bouncing around from one crappy studio to another,

I have an issue with the gym. Every time I walk into its dry, conditioned air, and see all the people running on their hamster tracks, all I can think is “THIS IS SO FUCKING UNNATURAL. Why are people doing this?” Well, except when I used to go to my

This shit is hella fun. I MC’d the event last year. It’s amazing how dapper some of these SF fellas look when they are all cleaned up. Anyways, here is all the pertinent info. Go here if you’d like to purchase tickets. Otherwise enter below. The Bold Italic’s celebration of

  Really? After everything that went wrong with your last iPhone, you are seriously thinking about wasting money on another iPhone? “Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results,” said Einstein. “But the new iPhone will have this, that and the other thing!” Okay, Toby.

Well isn’t this a swell giveaway? It’s perfect for all you film buffs out there! No, I don’t mean movie fans, I mean motherfuckers who like to take pictures with film. Remember that stuff (also, remember using film canisters to hold your weed in? We called them “dank tanks” and