Sometimes Bob Coulter’s CrazyBabe galleries look like the sort of thing you’d find on your cell phone or snapshot camera (only much higher quality) after a wild weekend out. The sort of thing you wake up from two days later, not knowing where you are or just what you’ve done to yourself to deserve the cataclysmic headache you have that seems to extend all the way to your toes. Unexplained scrapes and bruises and makeup smears in places they really don’t belong, but you’re sure you had a good time. There is that thrilling feeling that warms over you… oh my god, I did exactly what?!? Check out CrazyBabe for the documents of thousands of wild adventurous nights out, just like this.