So I was thinking I’d rather have my scrotum pierced with a rusty nail than go back to work this morning. Except that no one would pay me to pierce my scrotum. At least not as much as work pays me.
Then I was thinking, didn’t the late Bob Flanagan get paid to do that sort of thing? So I took a look at a couple Flanagan web sites and… well, there’s nothing like good old Bob to remind you that your job (and life) ain’t so bad. Happy Monday.
Bob Flanagan Pain Journal with a bio
Bob Flanagan has some pics.
Of course there’s also Sick: the Life and Death of Bob Flanagan on DVD and the book Bob Flanagan: Supermasochist. If you’re into that sort of thing, I’ll leave it to you to find them.
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