This Week in BME


If you’re wondering why this hulking back looks so familiar, it’s because it’s the reverse of this hunk from earlier in the week. Now, if you’re saying, “Hey, jerk, that’s much too small of a picture to truly enjoy the majesty of that fine work,” I couldn’t agree with you more—click on through for a full-size shot.

And just like the sands of time, another week etc., etc. What happened this time around?

This handsome gent and his horrifying terror doll improved and destroyed the dreams of readers everywhere.

We were able to make arguably the most excellent use of the “DongBlog” tag in recent memory.

We caught a glimpse of the wonderful and intense projects that are Cookie’s implanted, tattooed and scarred arms.

We suspect foul play regarding how handily these tic-tac-toe games were won.

Kristina something something fall down convulse die happy the end.

Nadyne made an awfully strong first impression on ModBlog with this great, intricate cutting by Timb Wilton.

Oh, and BME Shop is full of awesome things.

And that’s that. You know what happens next: Everybody has a great weekend, we pop in here a few times, and then come Monday, the fun machine starts cranking out the hits yet again. Sound like a deal? Good. Until then, ModBloggers, enjoy yourselves, cheer on Frank Mir against the Minnesotan anger-bear Brock Lesnar and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME. We’ll see you soon.

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


Let’s see…guns? Check. Money? Check. Why do I feel like Mia is forgetting something?

Of course! Quick, someone send lawyers—the shit’s gonna hit the fan.

And now, folks, our week has come to an end. What went on this time around?

The horrible Starface-Gate came to a welcome end.

Oh hey, a “permanent” corset!

This is just one of the nicest damn portraits—Dali or otherwise—you’re gonna see in quite some time.

And here is some shocking vulgarity, etc.

Come to Tattoo Hollywood! Come on, you know you want to.

Now get off the computer—it’s glorious outside. Enjoy your weekend, friends, and 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.

This Week in BME


New rule: When you get an A Christmas Story tattoo, slightly re-imagined as an old-school piece (with a flash-y banner, at least), you get to be on ModBlog. Doesn’t matter what season it is, not even a little. And if you disagree? Take it up with Ralphie there, who has been instructed to fire at will.

(Tattoo by Jason Gone, who’s on the road and currently in Cincinnati, Ohio.)

And that, my lovely friends, is how this week ends. How did we spend our time together?

I’ll have whatever she’s having.

Hey, a pretty pierced corset done up as formal-wear! Good stuff.

We made fun of a stupid fake trend.

All cephalopods, all the time, forever, amen.

Surprise! It’s not a dick.

And here is a corset that would probably be frowned on as formal-wear.

High-fives all around.

As per usual, we’ll be around here and there over the weekend, but Monday morning is when we really gas up the jet and get this thing going again. Until then, have fun out there, stay safe and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


We saw her just the other day, but I thought it was about time we checked in with the lovely MeltBanana to see how her wild palm-print scarification (by Lukas) is healing. Up above is the piece six months in and, while I’d love to get a color photo at some point, this is coming along superbly.

And just like the sands of time, friends, another week has run itself down. What did we learn this time?

Everybody likes girls in high heels with breast microdermals, the end.

Chicago is way ahead of the curve, with some tattoo artists offering free cover-ups to people wanting to erase past gang affiliations.

If you’ve got syndactyly, just cut them bitches apart. Or, alternately, get a cute tattoo.

Hey, check out some readers’ book suggestions over here.

The lovely Samar just can’t take a bad photo, suspending or otherwise.

Tattoo Highway is the mountain-top of reality television, or something.

Lionel slays, every time, without exception.

So that was fun! You know what happens next. We’ll pop in throughout the weekend and, provided Thomas Pendleton and crew don’t run me over with their bus, we’ll be back to full strength come Monday morning. Until then, have fun, stay safe and, of course, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


Hey, I enjoy a frosty beverage as much as the next gent, but if I were going to give an “over my dead body” ultimatum regarding delicious libations, I don’t know if PBR is what I’d be willing to die for. A nice micro-brew, maybe? Or a crate of Dr. McGillicuddy’s peach schnapps? (What? He’s a real doctor.) But hey, we’re not here to judge. It’s Friday, after all—hoist the drink of your choice, ModBloggers, boozy or otherwise.

So, yeah. Friday! Hooray! What were we brought over the last five days?

Actual hardware in your ears can be contentious around these parts.

But puppy portraits are universally loved.

Carnage gonna gitcha.

Hey, the “Hearty Beards” tag made its triumphant return.

And more puppies!

I pointed out some of the logical flaws in Kyle McNary’s stupid article about why the NBA is full of tattooed criminal thugs.

Hey, mustachio!

And finally, here is a gentleman with a pen in his urethra.

Hey, that was fun, wasn’t it? Stick around over the weekend—there’ll be more, as per usual. Then come Monday, we gas this crazy machine back up and hit the skies, or something. Until then, enjoy your weekend, stay safe and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


It’s Memorial Day Weekend, ModBloggers! Everybody follow cfse33‘s lead! Wait, no, I meant everybody into the pool, not everybody get ladders of labial piercings. Although, hmm. Actually, do both.

That’ll be it for this week, folks. What went down around these parts?

The dead rose from their graves, or at least stuck their hands out. High-five?

We were introduced to this gorgeous collaborative backpiece.

We learned you can pierce a urethral reroute.

Charles Finnie offered up some lovely scars.

There is no hiding from Phish.

Seriously, the nutckle-duster made my week.

You know what happens next. A few posts over the weekend, a little grab-ass, maybe a fruity drink, and then back to normal first thing next week. Until then, enjoy the long weekend, Americans, stay safe, and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


It’s that time of the week, ModBloggers—this bird’s gotta fly.

(Tattoo by the excellent Lionel from Out of Step, who’s got such a singular style and has been featured on ModBlog several million times. We’ll feature some more of his stuff very soon.)

So what went down this week, friends?

Hey, we like nice, simple piercings.

We also like portraits.

And painting in the nude.

Burn yo’ dick.

Split yo’ tongue.

The incredible Sean Karn wowed us all again, as per usual.

I did a really fun podcast with Brian/Perk900, live from the APP! (There’s more where this came from, too.)

Oh yeah, check out this awesome, exclusive video of Rob Spence, a.k.a. EYEBORG.

You know the deal: Check back this weekend for some good stuff, and we’ll be back to full crushing potential come Monday morning. Until then, take care of yourselves, ModBloggers, have some fun, and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.

This Week in BME


Tell me about it! I find a nice powder blue velour tracksuit accompanied by a jaunty ascot usually does the trick. It’s the outfit for all seasons! (Nobody should ever listen to me about anything.)

(Tattoo on SurfaceSimplicity by Alie at TCB in Toronto, Ontario.)

There’s the week, folks. What went down this time around?

Swine Flu Week kicked off with this horrific image of Patient Zero.

Apparently it was shark week, too.

Suspenders: Pretty cool way to keep your pants up, eh?

The Enigma took a rather roundabout way to get rid of his upper and lower lip piercings.

Swirls and sideboob, together at last.

We’ll be keeping an eye on this raw phoenix cutting.

No, seriously, there were tons of sharks this week.

And that’s the ballgame. But stick around! We’re going to have a brand new podcast up tomorrow (finally) and some other good stuff over the weekend, as well. And next week…well, I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but we’ve got something fun cooked up that we think you’ll all enjoy (as long as it works out). And yes, it’s APP-related. Suspenseful!

Until then, ModBloggers, enjoy the weekend, stay safe, and, as always, thank you for your continued support of BME.