Stretched Lobes and Frostbite: A Cautionary Tale


Be warned: This is a pretty grisly story, and the photos after the jump are not pretty. We’ll let the gentleman pictured above take it away:

“It’s a chilly Saturday morning and snowboarding sounded like precisely what the day needed. Unfortunatly, the closest New Hampshire mountain was a bone chilling -14 degrees with a 30 mph wind chill. But did this stop me? Nahhh. I packed up and a friend and I headed up to good ole NH for some morning/afternoon shredding.

“After approximately five or six hours of being blasted in the face with negative-degree weather, I thought not feeling my ears was a side effect of just being a bit under-dressed for the occasion — no big deal …

“VERY BIG DEAL. Getting home, I noticed my lobes — or whatever skin I had from my 1 1/4″ stretched lobes — was frozen solid. Literally, to the touch, frozen, and to make it better? The bottom skin was black. So I, being the smart person I am, decided to just go sleep and let them defrost. Wrong again. I woke up a few hours later and noticed some bleeding, some liquid discharge, and some ripping. Forcing the plug out was no easy task, by any means; they were basically frozen to my skin. Finally, after getting them both off, I popped a seemingly gross mid-sized bubble of liquidy stuff and the skin just peeled off like a grape … revealing fresh, bare, bleeding skin.

“Noticing a pattern here, I decided to go to the ER and try to get Medicare, because in this situation, of course, I don’t have any insurance. That’d be ridiculous, right? All the nurses were shocked my earlobes were still attached, as if they would’ve just fallen right off my face for some reason. Basically, the worst day ever. I am not allowed to wear any earrings for about three months to see if anything heals itself or if they have to re-construct or just cut the lobe off.

Don’t go outside and risk life and — literally — limb. Be cautious. That’s my moral for this story.

Schwing


Let’s just establish this right off the bat, to avoid any arguments: It says “Party Time.” Not “Potty Time” (even though that would be great), not “Party Lime” (though that does sound tasty), and not “Larry Slime” (he prefers to be called “Lawrence”). We have that settled? Now, if so much as one person posts a link to a calligraphy site, I’m turning this blog around, so help me God.

It’s “Party Time.” Get stoked.

(This righteousness is featured on thewhaler, and was done by Derek Hutchinson at Sacred Skin in Des Moines, Iowa.)

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Nature’s Second Course


Elad doesn’t like to sleep alone, he says. Well, he’s in luck! We’ve installed a small, imperceptible hidden camera in the ceiling of his bedroom. He’ll never be alone again! Sleep tight, Elad.

(Chestpiece by Beth at Little Vinnie’s Tattoos in Finksburg, Maryland.)

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Merry Fishmas!


The catch of the day declined to comment, but when a reporter asked if he would mind singing his response — much to the amusement of the news scrum — he angrily shouted, “I’m a catfish, you jackass, not a bass!” and then proceeded to smash a photographer’s camera. No charges have been filed.

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Security Breach


I don’t mean to alarm anybody, but the safety of a fortified military base in Arizona has been compromised by a break-in perpetrated by what appears to be a highly attractive woman. Security footage above shows her scaling the electric fence, yet suffering what appears to be no ill effects whatsoever. More chilling footage, after the jump.

Good God, she is single-handedly dismantling silos! And issuing some sort of threat via signage. Terrifying.

Oh no, and now she is … sitting down, apparently, and plotting, inside one of the devices she destroyed. And is maybe picking rocks out of her shoes.

Worst of all, she seems to have taken a hostage. What is she planning? No one knows. More on this horrifying event as it develops.

(Photos of awalkingmodification by Dan Sisk. No military bases or equipment were harmed in the making of these shots. I am just a jackass.)

Walk, Then Run


Bear and his ears are pretty famous around these parts — it’s probably impossible to count the number of people he’s inspired to stretch their ears, to say nothing of other piercings. But after years of stretching (and, at points, getting up to five-and-a-half inches!), even he runs into trouble sometimes, and he was having a rough go of stretching up his right earlobe. After almost a month of wearing these big-ass, heavy CBRs for eight hours a day, though, he got things moving again, and now, after worrying his ear would never stretch again, has more than enough room for his three-and-a-half inch spool. There’s a lesson in here somewhere, I think.

Fell Down Some Stairs


You know, this photo of Sicko seems as good as any to serve as the basis for a good old-fashioned caption contest! The winner gets a copy of that motorcycle poster on the wall. Let’s hear it in the comments, good people.

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