jackassworld

Let me just say that I loved the time we spent filming the closer to jackass number two. I know some viewers were mystified by the orchestrated wonder of it all, but those really were the best of times—especially after all those quality months spent working and traveling together. There was a real sense of family and spirits were running fine, damn fine. And once we came to the end of the production rainbow for this song and dance number, well, it was rather bittersweet knowing that all would soon be over and done with. At times, yes, the song itself bordered on dreadfully monotonous throughout the days on set (not to mention that a few of the guys couldn’t hold a tune to save a drowning orphan’s life), but the lyrics still found a sentimental home to squat within. Johnny Knoxville made it no secret that he didn’t exactly want to stop filming then, and by god I didn’t really want the crazy train to pull into the station either. Stop down and return to reality? Fuck that. (more…)

For the handful of you who might actually be wondering why there haven’t been very many new installments of the jackassworld mail lately, the dip is directly proportionate to the decline in viewer mail that has graced our postal box recently. Fortunately for you, I have had time to sit around and hypothesize about the decline since there hasn’t been anything to open and have concocted a few theories. (more…)

There’s at least a couple people who bemoan the death of Big Brother. Apparently skateboarding needs “something like that.” It’s true, skateboarding can appear to be a bit too serious—a bit too cool, if you will—at times. Which is comical when you think about the skateboard industry as just a bunch of men riding around on a wooden toy. And they’re worried about their image? (more…)

Of all the early lessons to be learned from our sordid experiences on the first season of jackass, the one rule we really just couldn’t seem to get a handle on was that you can’t count on nature. Time and time again Mother Earth attempted to school us on this principle, yet we still got that fanciful quixotic hair up our ass to take another bumbling run at it. (more…)

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Well this certainly brings new meaning to the terms “Hershey Highway” and “Fudge Tunnel” don’t it? But then, who’s butthole is shaped like that? It looks like a taco? Or the inside of a vagina? Then again it’s English and English people are all fucked up all over the place. I guess they have taco shaped anuses. That’s the closest you’re going to get to a taco in England because Mexican food gets worser and worser the further you are from Mexico. I saw a “mexican” restaurant in London and boy did I laugh my ass off. If I had known about their taco-shaped fundaments, I would have stepped in and ordered a butthole. Anyway, funny idea, poor execution. I give it a C-. See me after class.

While dredging my hard drive yesterday for Dimitry Elyashkevich’s sweat-soaked moment of dream fulfillment, I stumbled across this other arty angle of Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville. Doesn’t take much to pick out the veteran professional here what with his ever savvy eye for the camera no matter where it may be. Not to discredit Bam, of course, who I think was just as nervous as Dimitry about keeping his dance steps in uniform line. Well, that or maybe the horse that was about to treat him and Ryan Dunn like a pair of wishbones on Thanksgiving Day.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Hollywood, CA; 2006)

Part 8 of the jackassworld road trip, in which our tourist trap visitors—Wee Man, Chris Pontius, Danger Ehren, Preston Lacy, Dave England, Mike Kassak, Loomis Fall, JxPx Blackmon, Scott Manning, Dimitry Elyashkevich, Mike G., Rick Kosick, and Sean Cliver—hit up a few local Santa Cruz skate parks before arriving at the mystery decision to stop at the world famous Mystery Spot. (more…)

Yet again I must express my sincere wonder at how some of this shit never skidded onto the assorted jackass television series DVDs. A close accompaniment to “Duck Hunting” with Raab Himself, “Skeet Shooting” is another paintballin’ welt-fest in which Johnny Knoxville and Ryan Dunn escape relatively unscathed while Raab is lit up like a backwoods Christmas tree. But whereas “Duck Hunting” found a respectable digital rest home, “Skeet Shooting” all but disappeared into that mucky green moat of Arasapha Farms. A shame, because I’m pretty sure Jeff Tremaine spent a long time crafting those matching bull’s eyes on Raab’s sick ass cheeks.

It’s no secret that Dimitry has a problem with sweat. He can be sitting in an air conditioned office and his nose will still be beaded with perspiration. It’s just part of who he is, and I’d actually be more worried for his personal well being if his internal cooling system wasn’t running at full steam all hours of the day. What’s lesser known about Dimitry, though, is that he’s always dreamed of appearing in a large orchestrated dance number. (more…)

Eddie Barbanell finds a different way to amaze every time I am in his presence. This time it came on the set of Rob Dyrdek’s new show called the Fantasy Factory. (more…)