I can already hear the odd complainer arguing that this picture shouldn’t be here because, oh no, he only has a single lip piercing! That’s not worthy of ModBlog! Well, allow me to retort: Yes, yes it is. And when that lip piercing is being worn by a gentleman in the midst of what is clearly a glorious metal photo shoot? You better believe that’s going on ModBlog. Ten points to anyone who comments using only Mastodon lyrics.

Hey, haven’t seen this one very often. Geezfools sends in these photos of his friend Chad suspending, facilitated by Hi I’m Buttons. Is there a name for this suspension? If not I’m going to throw it out there: The Hammock Suspension. Think about it.

Another shot, after the jump.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Russians come from one hell of a hearty stock. Here’s a shot of the lovely corseted Nastya as photographed by Moscow’s Denam, whose work was last featured here in the form of this peacockery.

Umm … well … agreed! Good morning, ModBlog!

Clearly, I am out of shape, because I swear I felt my goddamn hip shattering just looking at these pictures of Justin and Paul twisting and contorting themselves to stick their toes into their stretched lobes. Says MobyK:

Justin and Paul in Sydney in 2006 demonstrating they can insert a toe into a lobe. They succeeded but neither was able to get in both toes into the two ears. [Ed. note: Amateurs.] The hands on the beads are just holding hair away to take the pictures.

See the culmination of Justin’s attempt, as well as Paul’s own journey, after the jump.

The last time we checked in with our old pal Nihilist, he was wearing a Cephalic Carnage shirt and sporting a bone through his nose, like your common body modification aficionado/savage. This time around, he’s showing off his new tattoo, which came as a JPEG cryptically named “pussymouthfoot.” And by “cryptically named,” I mean that before his tattoo artist moved out of town, he wanted a “carnivorous cunt” tattooed on his foot, because, hey, why not. It’s like reverse vagina dentata.

I have nothing to say about this picture, because I am dead. I am dead, and this picture killed me. I’ll let the new father take it from here:

Grahm Brian Clemmer, born 1:51 a.m., March 17, 2009. This was right after delivery. I got this tattoo well before my son was born. I wanted him to know that I would always be there for him.

It’s nice to have friends through whom to live vicariously, and it really seems like Ron, Wayde and Chris are constantly on the road, not wasting a second, and taking the pictures to prove it. Like Wayde up there, hanging out at some ruins in Chinchinitza, Mexico, and, apparently, holding on for dear life or gettin’ it on with a thousand-year-old pole. Either way. More shots of these globetrotting adventurers on location in Mexico, after the jump.

Well, we featured this excellent Angus Young tattoo by Amina Charai of Bright Side Tattoo in Copenhagen, Denmark, earlier in the week, and these wild-eyed flamingos are more than worthy of a mention as well. You know what kind of flamingo wears a bow tie? The best kind.

Another Charai piece, after the jump.