My brother...
...and I had just got back to La Paz after a week hiking in the Yungas and were rewading our healthy endevour with an I-shit-you-not one metre pizza. Being young and foolish, he used to have a tongue piercing and part way through our eupeptic excellence, he gulped and looked a bit worried before realising that he'd swallowed the top stud fom his piercing. Whilst it's not much of an issue in itself, he was pretty keen on his stud and didn't want the hole closing up while we were out there. Despite being a fantastic city, we hadn't managed to find a tatt shop that wasn't staffed exclusively by people who appeared to be in the latter stages of tuberculosis, so we emptied out our meagre (and frankly rather unpleasnt) kit to see if we could improvise any sort of replacement and managed to bodge a temporary solution using a safety pin.

Should any of you be in any doubt, holding your brother's tongue is exactly as creepy as it sounds. And pushing pins through it for him is an even more disturbing experience.
(luckybluecoat, Fri 21 Jan 2011, 15:19, Reply)