Two babes, one line of vision.
You know what happens when we get a double babe.
We get to have champagne, expensive champagne. It’s like the graduation celebration one might not ever get to have after dropping out of art grad school!!
“California Dreaming Deluxe (Babe) Duo”
Fuck the art, lets rock ‘n’ roll!!!!
A shirtless, luminous warrior spontaneously materializes out of the sand and sun. Somewhere between 2,000 B.C. and 3,000 B.C., the ancient Egyptians were subjected to the same mysterious phenomenon that they meticulously encoded onto the walls of the Giza pyramid. Look closely at those hieroglyphic characters, they are total babes.
”Luminous Warrior Babe”
We don’t feel like writing any commentary for this picture right now.
“Likes to Wear Patterns Babe II”
After an otherwise delightful day, mina&kara sulked home disappointedly after this balcony babe rated them a 4 in passing when they were almost positive their current outfits and tan levels would have at least secured them an 8.
”The Peace Loving Balcony Babe”
What if instead of it being a cell phone, he’s retarded and petting a broken piece of plastic furniture? Hahahha Babe City is fun.
“The Phone Stroking Babe”
Recently, we packed our bags and headed West in search of the most fragrant-glistening-long-hairedest-most-good-looking-without-the-constraint-of-a-ridiculous-shirt-babes in climates warmer than that of our traditional NYC habitat.
Welcome to the L.A. edition of the Babe City Beach Breeze edition.
“Anthony Kiedis from the back cooling down after his monumental babe shirtless run in the Under the Bridge Video Babe”
or
“Naked Indian from Wayne’s World II with pants on Babe”
Please choose the babe title that makes you the happiest.
Seeing an old man with long hair, a leather jacket, a sweet hat, and 70’s unironic glasses still hitting on women is like finding a briefcase full of cash in the bushes or being abducted by carbon based aliens that will give you a tour of the galaxy while propelling you backwards in time so you will grow younger rather than older while sampling their organic and edible for humans cuisine that includes delicious beef jerkey tasting strips with a spongy alien bread and butter equivalent.
“Still got it and Using it Babe”
We wanted to get you a leather jacket with “Best Lips in Babe City” stitched across the back, but we have no money so we just wrote it in magic marker on pair of white socks.
Meet me at the bar for a drink and they’re all yours.
“Best Lips in Babe City Babe.”
“Family Ties Babe.”
Let’s start our own family, babe.
We could all wear matching Tevas and sing Tom Petty songs on our way to Tom Petty concerts. Our kids don’t even need to go to school, we’ll just build them a tree house out back, give them a couple sling shots, teach them to cook, and they’ll hardly even bother us.
Here we go with Mina’s type again. Can you imagine how much Britpop I was made to listen to in her presence in college?
It was a lot, and when times got tough, we used to lie on the floor and cry to Starsailor. Times getting tough meant that Mina had discovered the guy she was dating kept a box full of empty bullet shells in his room and had never actually attended the college we did, he was just a local that showed up to classes, or that I had fallen off the top bunk again.
“Pete Doherty BritPop Babe”
Maybe he’s got a gorgeous mane of black hair under there. Or maybe he’s got piercing blue eyes.
Blue like the morning sky seen through a drop of fresh dew collecting on a spider web stretched between two purple wildflowers.
Or maybe they are gray like the cold, hard beds in a prison cell.
“Fugitive Babe.”
Like a timid and gentle fawn venturing out of the brush, this babe emerges from the subway delicately unaware of the watchful and seasoned hunters by whom he is about to be digitally shot and captured.
“Bambi Babe.”
This is Mina’s type to a T. Kara prefers the rougher, more rugged looking babes that look like they might sweat motor oil. Despite our differing taste in the varying subspecies of babe, a babe is a babe, and babes are the best.
“Emilio Estevez at the Gym Babe”
Do you think he chose to wear this windbreaker instead of an acid washed denim jacket today because it was windy?
On our first date to a Japanese fusion restaurant, we share a sashimi premium appetizer which includes that delicious white fish i can’t figure out the name of and we have some light and crisp sake with undertones of peach and discuss our likes and backgrounds and share anecdotes about our New York experience and I pretend I do much more freelance graphic design than i do and i smile a lot and try to flirt but can’t really because we aren’t connecting on a cosmic mental level but we can still make out so i decide to get him pretty drunk to ensure that happens because i know i look good tonight i’ve tested out the outfit before, it works, and we go to the place around the corner with red lights and i tell him about these signature shots they have there which are whiskey chased with pickle juice and he just has to try them but he’s already drunk and is a little uneasy about it and they sound kind of weird but i tell him they’re on me and he caves and takes some shots and then oh yeah it’s time for make out city!!!!! so we sit in a corner on one of the black leather couches and nature just takes its course and our connection is great and i don’t even notice his beard and he begins to caress and run his hands through the back of my hair and then he stumbles upon the dreadlock i’ve been meaning to brush out but haven’t yet, and he gives me this look.
“Disenchanted Babe”
