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Sure, I could’ve used these photos in that there Nitro Circus birthday cake post, but shit, why waste ‘em when I can kill two birds with one stone on a Sunday? It’s the day of rest, I’m plumb tired, so what the heck. Here you go: A sequential look at Jeff Tremaine’s bead on Rick Kosick’s face and the gullet he was fixin’ to plug. Ready… (more…)

Jeremy Rawle just so happened to be filming in California on the day of his birthday, so his loving wife and family back in Utah made sure a cake was waiting for him and the Nitro Circus crew to devour at lunchtime. Most all of it was eaten, but a good deal still remained and unfortunately appeared to be going to waste. Luckily, Jukka Hilden of the Dudesons was on hand to pick up the celebratory torch—or cake, I guess—and he (at the behest of someone who shall remain nameless for all intents and purposes) served up Jeff Tremaine with a second and third helping. Tremaine, in turn, upped the birthday ante with considerably more fire power… (more…)

Okay, so I knowingly skipped Canada Day on July 1st, but you know what? USA #1! How dare you canuckleheads think you can upstage us in July, on OUR month of Independence. The nerve of it all. The humanity. This continent ain’t called North AMERICA for nothing, you know (not to mention the fact that North Canada would sound absolutely redundant). I am, of course, just yanking your tundra-covered chain, because I know full well there is a Central and South America, too, and that this correlation has nothing whatsoever to do with the price of tea in China. But if you look the whole world over virtually every country celebrates some form of independence with fireworks. Because what’s more fun than watching things go boom and shit? Nothing, that’s what, although my memories of Fourth of July are forever entwined with the opening title sequence of an old television show from the ’70s called Love, American Style—I know, it sounds like an early version of HBO’s Real Sex atrocity, but it was much more of a comedic soap opera. Incidentally, Real Sex is the only time I have vocally yelled at a television screen in the privacy of my own home. Humans really can suck at times and I don’t mean that in a oral manner. (more…)

For those of you would like to imagine Josh in his birthday suit, you better paint him up with red, white, and blue body paint because you really can’t get any more American than being born on the Fourth of July (unless you’re Ron Kovic and Tom Cruise plays you in a major motion picture directed by Oliver Stone). Incidentally, and because it really was rather funny, Josh tried to play the “waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh…” card earlier this week when we came up with that new community math equation featuring him, the Unabomber, and Zach Galifianakis. Yeah, for some odd reason he attempted to cockblock us from posting that, why, we’re still not quite sure. I mean, if anyone should be offended it’s Zach, right? Anyway, behind the scenes though he may be at times, we’ve still managed to cull together a little birthday playlist celebrating everyone’s favorite pottymouthed, banana-eating, Silly-Stringer. Happy Birthday, Josh!

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Clyde Singleton has a longstanding history with us that first truly began on a Big Brother “Rocky Mountain” road trip that he accompanied us on in 1996. The tour lasted no more than a week, but in that time frame he went through no less than four pair of underwear (all lost to late night urination issues) and forever became “one of us.” We later tried to introduce him to the world at large when jackass went to television series on MTV in 2000, but I think he may have proved to be “too black” for a certain standards department? Or maybe it was just the scenario itself, “Ghetto Surfing”? I don’t know, but while digging through my old snapshots today, I ran across this outtake from the beach that just screamed Fourth of July (amongst other things). “Jeah!” to borrow a Clydism. (more…)

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We’re in our third week of shooting for season two of Rob Dyrdek’s Fantasy Factory, and so far, we’ve shot some pretty ridiculous stuff. Already, we’ve had Ken Block and John Mayer come out to shoot with Rob and the gang. Most of the time, we’re ready with a crew when big name guests come through the doors of Rob’s warehouse. When we do find out late, the only option is to run down there with a hand-held camera and try to shoot as much as we can. A couple of weeks ago, Snoop Dogg visited Rob and Drama down at the Fantasy Factory, so I had to get my ass down there with a camera. The audio is pretty shitty, but when Snoop starts freestyling into a Flip camera, you’ve just gotta roll on it and hope for the best. Hopefully, we can get him to come back for an episode. Here’s a video with some of the highlights of Snoop’s visit to the Factory.

—Shane Nickerson, Executive Producer

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Just in time for the Fourth of July, here’s the third installment of The Big Ass Happy Family Jubilee. But before I get started, if you live in Southern California get to out to see Roger Alan Wade this Friday, July 3rd, at Barnacles Sports Bar in Mentone, CA, or at the Hootenanny in Orange County, CA, at Oak Canyon Ranch on July 4th. He goes on to Main Stage B at 1:30pm. Then on Sunday, July 5th, he will be in Fresno at Audie’s Olympic Club. I will definitely be at Hootenanny and I am contemplating hitting one or both of the other shows, so I hope to see you there. (more…)

Sure, we could have posted up that she’s now 38-years-old, but what’s the point of that? Especially when she’s not and she’d probably (no, make that definitely) kick my ass up and down Sunset Blvd. until I walked like some of those shmen that awkwardly strut the blocks over on Santa Monica Blvd. in their high heels. Shanna’s not the resident lioness of Dickhouse for nothing, so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll post up your birthday wishes for the Purple Pony princess accordingly. Happy Birthday, Shanna! (more…)

My memory is usually pretty solid—or so I like to think it is up until I see stuff like my new user ID photo that I found on Facebook and can’t even recall the f’ing thing ever being taken. What’s up with those tube socks, anyway? Was I trying to compensate for the short shorts? No wonder my mind excommunicated the episode from its congregation of fond memories. Anyway, once again I appear to have made a synaptic shit instead of a mental connection and I cannot for the life of me remember what preceded this photo that I ran across while pilfering random images from the jackass number two “Louisiana” folder. Clearly an argument has taken place between professional camerabros Rick Kosick and Dimitry Elyashkevich … one that was apparently so serious (and laughable, given Cordell Mansfield’s expression) that Kosick felt the need it be decided in the tried and true manner of fisticuffs. So please take this opportunity to put yourself in their argumentative place and give it the old creative captioning heave-ho: What could have possibly instigated this situation? (more…)