Well hey, it’s BME’s resident knife-wielding maniac, Lunar, proving that, while he may not be the most efficient waiter ever, he suffers for his craft, man. Or, you know, is at least mildly inconvenienced. Also, he’s not actually a waiter. God, this story is full of holes. On the bright side? Those are some healthy looking one-inch lobes, and I get to break out the beloved “Hearty Beards” tag. Everybody wins!
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I honestly don’t know what I like most about this photo of BobBert. Is it the great smile? The fancy newsboy cap? The discreet piercings shrouded by glorious facial shrubbery? (And, by extension, the opportunity to use my beloved hearty beards tag?) Maybe the fact that he’s beaming that grin because he’s about to get a Prince Albert piercing?
I’m going to say…all of the above. Is that allowed? Hey, I’m the editor here, you bet your ass it’s allowed.
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Up top? That’s Cory, who sends in a set of photos shot by his friend, Brian Gurnee. The train tracks you see are allegedly haunted by The Hookerman, though luckily, neither Cory nor Brian were, what, hooked? Hookered? Either way, glad you’re safe, gents.
More shots, after the jump.
(Hand tattoos by Sean Behrman at Loyalty Ink in Roxbury, New Jersey. Knuckle tattoos (BEAT DOWN) by Spaz at Eternal Buzz in Maryland. Neck Tattoo by Greg D. at Forever Fate.)
Good day, fair ModBloggers! Let’s kick things off on this vaunted “Mustache Wednesday” with this shot of Efix (second from right) hanging out with Jay, Nik and Frank, all showing off varying degrees of successful facial hair. But hey, it’s the thought that counts, right? As the saying goes, a man without a mustache is like tea without sugar. Another spoonful, after the jump.
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What is the measure of a man? Is it the fine luxury automobile he drives? Perhaps the house he owns? Or maybe the children who carry on his legacy? Well…considering I don’t have a car, a house or kids, I’m gonna say it’s the heartiness of your beard. And by that logic, Alice is the goddamn manliest man I’ve ever seen. Another shot of her imperial bristles, after the jump.
(Tongue split by Iestyn.)
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Canibudro checks in with this lovely shot he took of his hirsute accomplice. Maybe this is just in my experience, but I feel like every social group worth its salt has one friend nicknamed “Beardo”; if this gentleman doesn’t fill that role among his friends, well … something’s rotten in the Ozarks.
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Sure, I like Lucas‘s beard, and you like it, but his goddaughter there? She seems like she’s had just about enough of it. I know the look of a person who’s ready to snap the shit out of something, and … well, I don’t think I have to tell you what she’s planning.
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And so here we have Nadine from Visavajara in Nürnberg, Germany, posing with Rick Nielsen a friend at an undisclosed location in Europe. Germany? Switzerland? Atlantis? Nobody knows.
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See? Accessorizing! Richard here could have gone with titanium or glass in his septum piercing (which he pierced and stretched himself), but he went with a nice wood piece (“20 mm.,” Richard says, “and still not big enough!”) that nicely complements those long locks and mountain-man beard. Well done.
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.