So, uh, wow. Look, we don’t really know what’s going on here, but this isn’t the sort of thing that we can’t post, OK? So let’s just try to anticipate some of your questions here and provide you with the answers you deserve. Yes, there are piercings (six-gauge septum, fourteen-gauge lip). Yes, we realize they are not in any way the focus of this picture. Yes, we would have been tempted to Photoshop piercings into the picture if there had been none, just to have an excuse to post it (sorry). No, we do not have any contact information for this brave soldier. Yes, we will be glad to publish anything they submit in future (as long as it involves leopard print). Yes, we considered the Nightmare Fuel tag. Yes, we may add it retroactively depending on how tonight’s attempt at sleep goes.
Oof. So this poor guy was just hanging out in Moscow, Russia, minding his own business and maybe doing some sweet tricks on his BMX when he (apparently) had a pretty phenomenal bail and did some devastating structural damage to one of his 40 mm. lobes. Ugh. Do you see why your editor just stays inside all the time? Sure, we are likely dealing with a number of preventable vitamin deficiencies due to our lack of sunlight, but the chances of this happening? Very, very slim. This guy, though? Didn’t bitch and complain, just stiff-upper-lipped it and got that son of a bitch sewn right back up. Shots of a simpler pre-bail life, as well as post-reconstructing, after the jump. Best of luck healing, good sir.
Oh, hello! Here we have a startling dispatch from our anonymous Polish Carnival Operative, who checks in with this burning visual missive exposing the gross misconduct evident at th—oh, no, wait, it’s just her looking adorable and getting into various ride-related hi-jinks. (And since when did Smarties start making ear jewelry? We support this wholeheartedly, by the way.) After the jump, our friend up there has a chance encounter with a merry-go-round, and neither her nor any of our lives will ever be the same again.
Some guys just have all the luck, don’t they? Money, power, fame…or, in the case of Jimmy Buddha from Diablo Organics, some incredible jewelry-making skill and a host of lovely models to advertise your wares for you (etc.). Up there, for example, is Jessica, wearing a set of mammoth plugs—made from real mammoth, perhaps? Hey, we wouldn’t put it past Mr. Buddha and his…connections.
See, now, in addition to being a handsome aesthetic addition, it’s interesting to note that these microdermals by Allen Edge out of Superfly Tattoo in San Diego, California, are also load-bearing. What, you think when you build up hipbones like that they just stay in place by themselves? Not a chance. But now, when this gentleman pops his shirt off in public (as he should be wont to do), he can be secure in the knowledge that his many impressive glamor muscles will stay just where they should be. More evidence of this fine craftsmanship, after the jump.
HEY MODBLOGGERS, SORRY FOR THE EXTENDED ABSENCE—SUBSTANTIAL TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES COMBINED WITH SOME METAPHORICAL CROSSED WIRES GOT US INTO THIS MESS, AND THEN WE HAD SUCH A GOOD TIME READING ALL THE JOKES YOU GUYS WERE CRACKING IN THE COMMENTS THAT WE JUST WANTED TO LET THAT STEW SIMMER A LITTLE LONGER. ANYWAY, IN CELEBRATION OF INTERNATIONAL CAPS LOCK DAY, HERE IS A HANDSOME CUTTING OF A RHINOCEROS—AN ANIMAL FAMOUSLY UNABLE TO PRESS DOWN THE SHIFT KEY WITH ITS MIGHTY STUMPY TOES AND THUS JUST KEEPS CAPS LOCK CRUISING AT ALL TIMES—COURTESY OF OUR OLD FRIEND ANDERS, WHO IS ON MODBLOG SO OFTEN WE COULD PROBABLY ASK HIM TO CHIP IN SOME RENT. BUT WE WON’T. WE WILL SIMPLY SIT BACK AND WAIT FOR HIM TO SUBMIT MORE OF HIS ALMOST SINGULARLY CLEAN AND PRECISE SCARIFICATION WORK, WHICH IS SOMETHING ON WHICH WE CAN COUNT PRETTY REGULARLY, WHICH MAY BE EVEN BETTER THAN A RENT CHECK.
International man of mystery Craig Coupal checks in with these fancy new inner lip tattoos by Marty Lacombe, one of the fine artists at North Bay’s Live Once Tattoo. It really is interesting what hangs around in the ether and becomes something resembling a cultural institution, isn’t it? No offense intended to Messrs. Kutcher or Scott, nor to the gentlemen pictured above—it’s just funny, is all. And really, more than anything else, we’re just glad that these men of such varying backgrounds hair colors could put aside their many, many differences and come together for this joyous occasion.
We were almost—almost—disappointed that this glorious work of art did not include various elements, such as the crucifix, which is how you know it’s a religious tattoo, but you know what? We’re willing to look past such omissions due to the fact that even a re-interpreted Whitest Kids U’ Know tattoo is much, much better than none at all. Context and very happy birthday to Rick, after the jump.
(Tattoo by Ronan Harvey at Avalon Tattoo in San Diego, California.)
We have resisted every nerdy impulse we possess to make some sort of awful Ernest reference, and instead would just like to share this handsome skin-removal offering by Vern K. out of Stay Gold in Albuquerque, New Mexico, who we last saw working his ear magic with this fancy cartilage project. Now, however, he’s trying his hand at scarification and, while he doesn’t have the most extensive portfolio just yet, we certainly appreciate the design and placement of this piece. We hope, as always, that we’ll be kept in the loop as this heals, but it sure seems like this has the makings of a nice, subtle scar, well suited for its position on the torso, doesn’t it? To be continued, perhaps.
Welcome back, ModBloggers! We hope you enjoyed your (potentially) long weekend, whether you were eating Canadian turkeys or getting trashed and singing the praises of ol’ Christopher Columbus or whatever. At any rate, we hope you are refreshed and bearing no more gravy stains than absolutely necessary. Let’s begin our slightly shortened week with these lovebirds, Justin and Lilli, who we last saw about a month ago hanging out safely in some sort of urban jungle. This time, however? They are risking life and limb, perched precariously over the Grand goddamn Canyon, just to give you folks an adorable picture with which to start your day. It’s nothing if not thoughtful, right? Show them some love. And hey, more lovely, outdoorsy, walrus-y goodness, post-jump.