Whoa hey, sorry for the late start today, folks! Apparently the Internet here at your editor’s palatial estate shuts on down when the temperature rises above 112 degrees. Anyway! The lovely sugarbritches checks in from sunny Atlanta, Georgia, where the people are used to this sort of wretched heat and are likely far more stoic than yours truly, showing off this colorful floral, fruity chest-piece featuring not just a “Sacred Peach” (right?) but also Georgia’s state motto. Now if anybody needs me, I’ll be in the shade of a pecan tree, drinking a tall glass of sweet tea and praying for an iceberg to hit my house.

(Tattoo by Malia Reynolds at Memorial Tattoo in Atlanta, Georgia.)

And finally, gentle readers, let’s end today with a tasty tribute to fruits, vegetables and other various non-meat products, courtesy of the very talented Dyrti Al, who can be found tattooing organic goodies—among other things, presumably—at Electric Pencil in South Lake Tahoe, California. BME, of course, if nothing else, supports clean living, so on behalf of Dyrti Al, your local green grocer, produce farmers everywhere, new-school tattooing as a general aesthetic movement, four out of five dentists and Dead Prez, we wish you a good night.

Ha, so, is it just me or have the comments been a touch more vitriolic this week than they have been in a while? Well, no matter—let’s all take a load off with this nicely stippled slice of mystic pizza (the food, not the poor-man’s Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, that is) by Simon Erl at Hope and Glory in Swaffham, Norfolk, England, who was last seen riling folks up with this radical propaganda. This, though? This is the pizza that the Illuminati eats, when the New World Order assembles to plan the next few hundred years of human existence, in space. Now that’s a spicy pedigree.

So, here’s a secret. Are you ready? Miss Martin is an assassin. It’s true! It’s true. How else would you explain, first, this collection of cute as hell cupcake tattoos, and now this heart-explodingly adorable sushi tattoo? There is a very real pattern developing here, and I think it’s safe to say that this menace will not rest until she has slain us, all of us, with her agonizingly sweet tattoos.

(Dear Miss Martin, please keep sending in your tattoos.)

Well, after last night’s exercise in grotesquerie, with all the dead famous folks, we figured some much-needed levity was the order of the day, and what better way to get our minds off of the tragedy of premature death than with sweet, delicious cupcakes? Miss Martin out of Shaman Modifications Tattoo & Piercing Studio in Austin, Texas, just sent in this series of cupcake (and other pastry-related) tattoos, because, hey, who doesn’t love cupcakes? Plenty more, after the jump.

Boy howdy, time for lunch already, ModBlog? Well, I don’t know about you, but I am downright famished. Now, let’s see what’s in the ol’ lunchpail toda— oh. Oh. Well…well, that’s just not very appetizing at all, is it? And, really, it’s one thing to take a taste of your own supply, but this just does not seem like a sustainable munching endeavor. On the plus side, she, uh…she can just have some of what I’m having. Couldn’t eat another bite. Truly.

Good afternoon, ModBloggers! Hope the day finds you well. Whether you’re celebrating Easter, watching a full slate of baseball or just enjoying the sun, what better way to wrap up a day than with a visit from the meat fairy? Clearly, Lindsay agrees.