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Well hey, it’s Brianna, looking fancy, showing off the ol’ “Nerd Life” inner arm tattoos! There’s a lot to like about Brianna’s work, not the least of which is her nice, colorful BME Calm logo. What’s that, you can’t see it? Well…best look after the jump.
(“Nerd Life” by Ben Reigle, formerly of Lucky’s in Northampton, Massachusetts, now at Nautilus Tattoo in Newington, Connecticut.)
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Fresh from the rolling hills of Kentucky comes this lovely microdermal project by Robby at Studio Ink in Lexington, Kentucky.
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Good morning, ModBloggers! We kick the day off with this week’s installment of America’s most beloved literary journal, “Tuesday Morning Adorable Rodent Pictures”! Here we have a lovely purply girl and her two rats, Billy and Fabio. As well, maybe it’s just the delirium talking or mine eyes deceiving me, so correct me if I’m wrong, but her eyebrows are purple too, yes? Because I approve of that.
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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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Tears welled up in her good eye. She’d finally tracked him down. It had taken her years, cost her countless hours and untold dollars. And now? He couldn’t even look at her.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” she whispered.
“I hoped you wouldn’t,” he told her. “I deserve to be alone.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” she said, adjusting her eye patch. “Polo is a dangerous sport. I knew that going in. We all did.” She paused. “We’re getting the team back together for a tournament. One time, big payoff. We want you in.”
He felt a chill go through his body. “Why me?” he asked.
“Because,” she said, “you’re the best.”
“Even if I wanted to, would the club let me back in?”
She pursed her lips into a tight smile. “I think we could pull some strings.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “What if I just don’t have it anymore?”
“John,” she said, “I don’t even need one good eye to know you’ve still got it.”
“One time?” he said, adjusting his tie.
“One time.”
His eyes narrowed into a steely and determined glare. Muscle memory informed him that his arm could still pull off that legendary swing. The blood in his veins was freezing over into ice water.
“First things first,” he said, “let’s go get my horse out of hock.”
(Photo of _Stigmata_ and Lady Diabla.)
