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.)
Mike has been featured on ModBlog before on account of being in possession of some of the most patently offensive (and awesome?) tattoos in the land. Well, he’s added some more to the collection, so I thought, Hey, it’s been at least a few seconds since someone posted to the last wondrous flamewar, what the hell. The one up top is by Painless J at Marlowe Ink in Fairfax, Virginia. Says Mike of the piece: “Don’t take this the wrong way, I really do love and respect them.” No doubt!
Painless J did the honors on this one as well, to which Mike adds: “I’ve gotten my redwings so many times I should be able to fly by now.” Hey, that was my twelfth-grade yearbook quote! Biter.
And now, perhaps the most indefensibly tasteless tattoo I have ever seen, after the jump.
This was committed by Mikey Cheese, who was presumably admitted into witness protection immediately afterward, at Hot Rod Tattoo in Galloway, New Jersey. I’m going to go take a long, hot shower.
I think my favorite part of my interview with Kim Saigh was the bit where she challenged the idea that every tattoo must have a deep, philosophical meaning, and the prevailing notion that important moments in one’s life must be commemorated with a tattoo. “It should have significance,” she said, “but I always tell people that you should get tattooed because you like tattoos. You do not have to memorialize someone by getting a tattoo — it doesn’t mean you love them less if you don’t.”
With that said, hats are off to Dan, the subject of the above video, and a huge fan of the NFL’s Detroit Lions, who just put on the most abjectly terrible, historically bad season, probably in sports history, going a soul-crushing 0-16. To celebrate, Dan had the following monument to mediocrity etched into his chest:
At least he seems to be in good humor about it. But the money quote comes from his wife:
“I’m super embarrassed right now, but what am I gonna do? I love him. He’s my husband. Go Lions.”
That is some seriously touching commitment. But what does the sports blogosphere think of this? Let’s check in with Matt Ufford, editor of With Leather and a co-founder of Kissing Suzy Kolber:
The report card for your life just came in. Wanna know what you got?
F – –
Thanks, Matt! Go Lions!
Lions Fan Gets 0-16 Tattoo [MyFox Detroit]
The Report Card for Your Life Just Came In. Wanna Know What You Got? [Kissing Suzy Kolber]
And lest you think we forgot, the annual BME Year-End Awards will be up very shortly. (You think you’re excited? Feel these nipples!) Other than that, a couple posts over the weekend, and then we get back into the regular routine, Monday morning. Be safe, folks, and of course, thank you for your continued support of BME. Have a great weekend.
It’s been quite a year, friends. But from BME and Buddy Christ, we wish you all the happiest of New Years. There are a lot of exciting things on the agenda for the coming year, and we can’t wait to share them with you all. Be safe tonight, and we’ll be back Friday.
God, this is just cruel. What kind of sick Island of Doctor Moreau shit is this, anyway? I’m all for freedom of expression and all, but making light of and ignoring the serious issues affecting miniature giraffes in this decadent, modern society? Not amused. Not amused at all.
(Ha ha, just kidding. This awesome “jaraffe” is by Caleb at Studio City Tattoo in Studio City, California.)
This heartfelt memorial portrait was conceived to commemorate the life of a friend that was tragically cut short after he was sucked face-first into a black hole, the scene of which is horrifically rendered above, and — oh, wait, the pages were stuck together, this is the right story:
I stuck my face in the photocopier when it was slow at the shop and my buddy got it tattooed.
So … not all that horrific or tragic, actually. Glad to hear it. Photo of the original photocopy, after the jump.
Is it just me, or have the internets been interminably slow today? I’ve been online at a few different locations, and across the board, things have just been crawling all day. Makes it difficult to make with the sexy pictures, you know? On behalf of the series of tubes, I apologize. Anyway, says the gentleman pictured above of his tattoo:
It’s from an old Sid Tattoo poster and [tattooist] Justun [Wanted, of In the Blood Tattoo in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania] thought it would be a funny tattoo, and I said, “I’ll get it right above my junk!” I was joking at first, but little did i know …
Long story short, the next day we decided to actually go through with it, and here it is! Haha.
“What’s it like to be me? Well, there are some perks. I live in Antarctica, so it’s usually pretty quiet — lets me get a lot of reading done, you know? Lots of open spaces, so, you know, plenty of room to move around, never really fall behind on my work-outs, and really, I can definitely use some time in the gym. Ha, just kidding, that’s just my self-deprecating humor, which I actually think is one of my better qualities. Oh, also, I can shoot fucking laser beams out of my eyes and I am nature’s most perfect killing machine.”
(This awesomeness is featured on JulesPlanetThree, and is by Marcus Dove at Smiling Buddha in Savannah, Georgia, who came up with this design to “cheer up” Jules, and she liked it so much it became the basis of a sleeve.)
Who are these people? I don’t know. Can you ever really know a person? But from left to right, we’ve got “Silly Girl,” “Go Fuck Yaself,” “Pig Fucker,” “Beer” and “Bag o Donuts.” Reminds me of my prom night! If only there were a “tear-soaked blazer” …
(Tattoos credited to “Chip, Jonny Mudbug, and don’t know the rest” at True Blue in Austin and I-45 Ink in Houston, Texas.)
