Michel Praddo, aka “Diabão” (the big devil), marked the lifting of the mask mandate in an utterly surprising way by having his ears surgically removed, all while flaunting that 85% of his body is tattooed as he approaches his 50th birthday later this year.

There really is someone for everyone.

I can’t find my someone

Have you tried horrific, irreversible body modification?

I had considered Tinder but that causes horrific, irreversible self esteem modifications

try grindr

Helps the self-esteem for sure

I’m a straight dude, never been on Grindr, but I’ve had a couple guys hit on me in the past. I’m still pretty flattered, and it’s been a couple of years.

Straight as well, never been on Grindr. But I had lost 35 pounds and then was in a store trying on a leather jacket, with my opposite-sex partner and the salesperson both giving (very positive) feedback, when a guy came up and said, “You look great in that. I’d totally bang you. \[turned to others\] Wouldn’t you bang him?” Yeah, I bought the fucking jacket. That was a good day.

I am a straight guy who used to get hit on a lot, never been able to pin it down because I have never been particularly good looking but I used to be very fit. My gay friends say it is because there are some gay guys who like a challenge and, according to them, I ooze “not gay” vibes, whatever that means. Anyway, I always took it as a compliment.

Hey man- As a bisexual it’s never to late to shake up the dating life

As much as my wife, and maybe a couple guys out there, would enjoy that, I am decidedly disinclined to take pleasure in schlongus.

Got me there

they already believe in a hidden reptilian species walking among us… think they’ve got their plate full of crazy already.

Have you considered lowering your standards?

Many drug addicts for example are very lonely, too!

Lower

[Lowered Expectations](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4Pv2uh8NVg)

But if they breakup is there a second someone for everyone?🤔

All that to cover up a “NO REGERTS” tattoo

No Ragrets*.

No Rugrats*

What’s the matter, smoothskin? Ain’t ever seen a ghoul before?

Patrolling the Mojave almost makes you wish for full body modification.

Hello there. It’s good to see a friendly face. Almost took you for a raider, I did. Name’s Malcolm. Malcolm Holmes. Don’t suppose you’d care to trade? I’m missing a few essentials and- oh, screw this. Lying just ain’t in my nature. I’ll tell it to you straight. I’ve been following you for a good bit now. Eh? You want to talk some more? Oh, that’s right! Here, let me show you what I’ve got on hand. There’s not much more to tell. Get enough stars and the treasure’s yours. Just watch out for some of the other people collecting them. Nah, I gave it up years ago. Too dangerous. And even if I did still collect them, I’d tell you the same. There’s people out there so mad with the idea of treasure that they’ll attack strangers just on the suspicion that they have some of those caps. There’s an old wasteland legend that says somewhere out there is a fabulous treasure from before the war. Those caps with the blue star on them, the tale goes, are the key to that treasure. They’re called Sunset Sarsaparilla Stars.

*BANG*

> “known as ‘Diabão'” Actually, he changed his name legally to Diabão in 2024.

Thank you for the clarification, I was reading older articles. The ear removal happened a few years ago, then he moved onto the hand surgeries prior to the name change in 2024.

Hand surgeries? You know what? I don’t want to know.

IIRC he split his hands into crab-like pinchers.

Picture shows he removed ring finger and sewed first two fingers together. Crudely.