Oh hey, it’s Hack! You all remember Hack from this beatific shot from last winter, right? Well, we’re glad to see him at any rate. We cannot figure out, however, exactly what it is he’s trying to force down that bothers him so much. Something obtained from the pond behind him, perhaps? Some tree bark? A DREADLOCK? Whatever it is, if it’s a staple that plays a role in the statuesque appearance possessed by him and so many of his countryfolk, we will take several boxes of this vile creation. In all fairness, he does seem to warm to it just a touch…after the jump.

Good day, gentle ModBloggers! Hope the weekend treated you well. Let’s begin this Monday with Lilli and this terrifying chocolate dessert monster. Interestingly enough though, this cupcake is actually regulation-size—Lilli, on the other hand, is only eighteen inches tall. Visit her at HTC Body Piercing and see for yourself!

So, the last time we saw Anna, she was in the process of cultivating a finely shorn look for summer, probably. It was a simpler time back then, back before her warm-weather jaunt to the Temple of Doom, where she clearly acquired a diabolical taste for sugary cereals served out of actual human skulls. So enchanted is she by this all-consuming bonelust that she does not even realize the wind has blown off her clothes. Why do the young people still insist on vacationing in those terrible catacombs?

(Cheek piercings by Jon Pitcher at Profound Piercing in Glastonbury, England.)

BME Shop is having a huge sale — everything in the store (except anesthetics) is 25% off! Go stock up at shop.BMEzine.com before this deal ends!

Well hey, if it isn’t our old friend Alex, last seen around these parts showing off his then-newly stretched vertical lowbrets. This time around, he’s sporting a month-old 6 mm. scalpelled medusa, in addition to some sort of delicious meat jewelry dangling from his ear. Once everyone gets tired of splitting their lobes and whatnot, could THIS be the hot new trend that sweeps the nation? I certainly hope so.

And holy hell, it’s Friday, ModBloggers. The names can be changed, but the place is still the same.

Well folks, after a few months of her being a chilly cock-tease, summer is finally here in all of her mood-ruining humid glory. Hooray. Perhaps the sole benefit of warm weather? Permission to eat all the damn ice cream you please. The lovely HocusPocus up there certainly has the right idea. Sure, she might try to tell you it’s “gelato” or some sort of other fancy European-style snack, but don’t be fooled by this shameless propaganda. Take a moment, admire her Jim Miner-inked tattoo work, and then get you some damn ice cream. You’ve earned it.

If you use your body as a canvas for tattoos, piercings and wild hair styles, we want to hear from you. The highly rated show, Food Network Challenge is looking for an outgoing engaged couple to appear on its show. Couples should enjoy thinking outside the box. The couple will watch as four of the country’s best cake designers compete to make an extreme wedding cake just for them. These cakes will move and even shoot fireworks. Anyone interested should send a photo and short bio to fnchallenge@gmail.com. Taping happens in Denver, CO at the end of August. Travel and hotel accommodations are paid for.

Tattoo Hollywood, BME’s first tattoo convention, is coming to Los Angeles from August 21-23, featuring contests, prizes and some of the best artists from around the world! Click here for more information.

Alright, OK, enough of the good times we’ve been having today, what with all the Satan faces and ancient religious weaponry—time to get down to brass tacks, and the dangers of this so-called “body modification” of which we are all such great fans. See that up there? That man, covered in food? Trying desperately to tongue that bit of sauerkraut off his face? This, my friends, is one of the many potential pitfalls of engaging in risk-laden behaviors such as “body piercing.” I’m not saying you absolutely shouldn’t get piercings, but just look at Artie up on top and, being honest with yourself, decide if that sort of life—happy, attractive, well-fed—is the kind of existence with which you are comfortable. Just saying.