My Midnight Labors

You begged. You pleaded. You dropped to your knees and prayed for it. (Or maybe you just mentioned it twice in the comments.) Whatever the case may be, your calls have been answered, and nobody is happier than we are to have Casual Fridays back! Today, as you can see, is a gentleman with a rather intense deep shaft piercing caught swingin’ in the breeze. And by “swingin’ in the breeze,” of course, I mean, “in possession of a deadly weapon.”

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Sweat, Tears or the Sea

It’s the end of the week, friends, and you know what that means, right? Casual Fridays are back! And this time, Ari makes his unprecedented second Casual Friday appearance! This time, though, instead of hanging brain with porn stars, he is alone, desperately alone, in the vast and sprawling salt flats of Salt Lake City, Utah. Also, he is not wearing any pants, which is what we are largely concerned with. Really though, these are some excellent pictures by Tom Clark. And wouldn’t you know it, we’ve got a few more after the jump. Where else?

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This Week in BME

What, you didn’t think I’d go the whole day without giving y’all a Casual Friday picture, did you? And really, what better way to head into the long weekend than with Cameron, a true American if there ever was one. He’s a simple man who lives by a simple code, who enjoys simple pleasures: He likes his beer cold, his T.V. loud, and his testicles a-danglin’. Click through to de-Bud, of course.

And that’ll be that, kids. What went down this week?

Andy covered his wang, tilted his chin and showed us his vertical lowbrets.

BME is having a sexy sex toy sale, and Katy got so excited that she ended up covered in blood somehow.

Paul Booth won’t let Meghan McCain jump the line. Ha ha.

Marina checked in with another gorgeous large-scale piece.

Our unabashed hipster post is at well over 100 comments and counting. I have no absolutely no idea what will spur an emotional reaction from our readers, apparently.

If you can, please help Matt Brawley and CoRE.

And there you have it! I’ll poke my head in over the weekend, and then we’ll fire this bitch back up on Monday morning. Until then, ModBloggers, enjoy yourselves, stay safe (unless you’re firing off an M80 in my honor, in which case please be as reckless as possible) and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME

Well hey now, it wouldn’t be a proper end to a week without it being a casual Friday, am I right? That’d be Ari up there, dick just flappin’ in the breeze, standing next to noted adult film star Jacob Romero. But why? Well:

Blue Boutique (Ari’s place of work) was throwing this gay couples sex toy party, so they got him to come in and autograph DVDs and shit. […] When [he] came in, I knew what I had to ask: “Hey bro, can we get a picture…with our dicks out?”

Those are the kinds of tough questions that win awards, my friend. And just like that, our little week has run its course. What went down this time around?

Oh dear God, the throat goat is back. Hide the children.

Wayde Dunn is still a magician.

This terrible story about whatshername with all the stars on her face crash-landed into our lives, killing thousands.

Some horndog was licking swords all over the place.

Chuckie from Hungary stuck a worm in his septum, and the children all cried.

Not to be outdone, Babasom loaded up his schnozz with spicy peppers. Ball’s in your court, Chuck.

As always, we’ll pop in briefly over the weekend, and then come Monday, it’s back to normal. Until then, enjoy your weekend, folks, stay safe and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME.

Lurid, Untamed Philth

Hey kids, it’s (almost) summer, and you know what that means, right? Casual Fridays are back! That’s our friendly neighborhood giant up there, hangin’ around, stretching out (in more ways than one), maybe getting ready to catch a little sun. That’s gonna leave one hell of a tan line, buddy. (Of course, click through to de-Phil.

Woo, it’s Friday. Time to fly.

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