Celebrate Oktoberfest mit these Gorgeous Fraus

The Girl Next Door (next door is two Alpine peaks away)
The Girl Next Door (next door is two Alpine peaks away)
Throw in a pretzel and a currywurst, and you've got enough treats for the tongue, liver and eyes to keep yourself on an endless loop of drunken joy. Too tipsy? Eat pretzel. Too thirsty? Drink beer. Too tired? Go to bed. CIRCLE OF LIFE!
Right here, you have your classic Oktoberfest getup: pigtails, dirndl (thats that awesome dress/vest combo), and full pitcher of beer with a fat head of foam. It all adds up to the fraulein next door.
Gosh, this festival is...it's just the BEST, you know? You could weep with joy at the very idea.
The best festival in the world
Oktoberfest has been going on for 202 years, ever since Prince Ludwig married Princess Therese von Sachsen-Hildburghausen. That's over two centuries of beerfully admiring beautiful girls dressed like above. This is the greatest of all possible worlds!
Gosh, this festival is...it's just the BEST, you know? You could weep with joy at the very idea.
Ironically, her head is cut off
Ironically, her head is cut off
Fun fact: Munich's official motto is "München mag Dich" which means "Munich likes you." And we like YOU, city of beer, bread, boobs and bratwurst
It's typical in Germany to pour a larger head of foam than we do here in the States, so make any obvious jokes you want while we stare fondly at that glass and remember Germany as it was when we were young and the world was full of possibility...most of it in a beer glass.
Elysium?
Elysium?
...or dead after virtuous life.
Not sure if at Oktoberfest...
Seriously, how bad would your day have to be before you weren't in the mood for a beautiful young woman in a sexy Bavarian outfit to hand you a beer?
Can you ever get tired of this?
Bless you, young lady, you're doing God's work.
Seriously, how bad would your day have to be before you weren't in the mood for a beautiful young woman in a sexy Bavarian outfit to hand you a beer?
Cheers for beers! Oktoberfest
Cheers for beers!
How could this get any better?
Why yes, thank you, we WOULD like a beer. That beer. Thank you. Yes.
Oh, that's how it could get better
Oh, that's how it could get better Saucy, young lady. Very saucy.
Gingham! WE LOVE GINGHAM!
Gingham! WE LOVE GINGHAM!
Holy crow! Look at the size of that beer!
You might not know this, but if a woman commits a crime while wearing gingham, that woman technically did not break the law. Nothing bad counts while in gingham, beause gingham's purity smooths out any trespass, violence, or fraud. Like that time Dorothy murdered two women in Oz over some shoes.
Gilding the lily
Gilding the lily
Seriously, this one's going to end in either blackmail or police officers.
Alright, this one is hitting so many notes it makes us suspicious. Like maybe it's a trap.
Go ahead and jump
Might as well jump
So imagine, if you will, a low-tech version of "Jump" as performed by a German band in a field somewhere, tubas blumping out the sounds of Diamond Dave's indefatigable ecstasy.
In the '80s, songs didn't have to actually mean things so long as there was a keyboard or synthesizer. People didn't understand how music could be made without electronic contributions, which is how you ended up with the Van Halen classic, "Jump," and its electro-organ whimper chords.
Stop offering us beer if you can't reach through the monitor
Stop offering us beer if you can't reach through the monitor
That said, she's an A-class dame.
It's one thing to desire a woman you'll never meet. Hey, electrons bouncing off a screen: we think you're sexy. But you can't quench your thirst no matter how many pitchers you stare at. This is cruel torture.
This lusty wench puts the OO in "Das Boot." Hey, if you drank this on a German boat, you'd have das boot on Das boot! But good luck finishing it without spilling it all over yourself in the sternly rolling tide.
Das Boot!
...we really gotta get her aboard a boat now.
This lusty wench puts the OO in "Das Boot." Hey, if you drank this on a German boat, you'd have das boot on Das boot! But good luck finishing it without spilling it all over yourself in the sternly rolling tide.
Wait...now there's chocolate hearts?
Wait...now there's chocolate hearts?
Well, because for starters, it would be called Februfetz or Pfefferberry or something weird like that.
If there can be Christmas in July, why can't there be Oktoberfest in February?
That's too much hotness
Oh, come on...
That's too much hotness to bear. Come back after the beer and bratwurst so we can ogle you without spilling food all over ourselves.
This is mathematically as hot as you can be: just covered enough to leave plenty to the imagination, but just bared enough to give that imagination some really good inspiration.
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