Spike's Pimp Hand is Strong

Behind the Scenes With Kanye from We Love You So on Vimeo.

wow spike is a babe, that slap just made him go from a 2 babe to a 3 babe in my books, and over here at Babeism that is the babe-iest one gets.

No Need To Shop Around You Got The Good Shit At Home

This week is going to put me in an early grave.
This is all i need to get by.

The Most Offensive Post in Babeism History

The lady bitch crew came over for a spa day at casa monaco. It started off innocent enough, i fixed up some home made mash, chicken, and baby spinach, goat cheese walnut and raspberry salad.
4 bottles of wine and some piff later ish started to get a little messy.

I would explain this... but i really don't know where to start.

I'll Follow That Ass in the Mall

While trying to listen to this track on Youtube,



I came across this fucking gem.

You and Your Crazy Ways

I tend to take an alternate route home when I have my board on hand. There's this hill close to where I stay at that I enjoy bombing, but it's a mission and a half to get to it. Basically I have to walk through a sketchy basketball court, only to reach a fence that's opened 2 months out of the year. The fence leads to a forest of sorts with a half assed trail that proves to be quite difficult to conquer at night. I'm a certified pro, and once you get past the whole "i hope some homeless man isn't chilling there with a hatchet" fear, it proves to be quite scenic.



Who am I trying to kid, I'm actually a huge puss. When I'm hitting it past midnight and I'm paranoid off the twig I try to hold 2 way conversations. I put on a super baritone voice and reply to the questions I asked with my man voice in a high pitched girly squeek. At the very least if the imagined psycho isn't believing the whole 2 person act they gotta think I'm some kind of fucked up psycho they don't want to stick their dick in. I win.

Tell Me Where You Want Your Gift Girl

Headed to Ottawa for Worona's 24th celebration weekend. We all went ham on Saturday, started the night off right with a family dinner at the manx. Worona got his Morrissey hair cut just in time for the festivities.



Somehow the click ended up at a sorority showdown over at Ritual. Some alpha beta sluts started beef in the girls bathroom and after taking them to school we headed to a more legitimate party spot.


Internet skateboard nerds everywhere will be happy to hear that the police informer is not dead, just hiding out in onterrible.




Hope you had fun old man, just not this much fun.

My Fitted Cap Low, Let Me Put My Hater Blockers On

Anyone who knows me personally is familiar with my trademark bucket hat. I've been collecting fitteds ever since my early high school years right after a sadistic hairdresser gave me a Joe Dirt inspired mullet. I have a head the size of a peanut and generally have a hard time finding good fitteds in my size, but that never slowed me down. I have this bad habit of buying hats 2, 3, even 4 sizes to big just cause I can't bare the thought of not having it. I do the same thing with shoes, it's a bad look. I can't wear them but just knowing I have them satisfies my twisted need to hoard and collect things. Whenever I have to go places and don't particularly feel inclined to talk to people all I have to do is not wear a hat and its pretty safe to say people won't recognize me. My own parents and closest friends walk right by me when I'm fitted-less. The perfect disguise.