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This photo was taken last Friday, when Bam and I went to visit O in rehab. It was before we filmed the shoestring footage and we were just sitting around shooting the shit. Steve-O is psyched in the picture and Bam is a little shaken. Bam is happy and relieved that Steve-O is getting help, but the experience of going to see him in rehab got to him a little. It’s a little scary to know your friend is going through something this intense, and it’s equally scary to know that at some point in the past we could’ve been right there with Steve-O. We talked about that on the way home. We also talked about how fucking stoked O was when he found out we wanted him to film something. It’s up on the site now if you want to check it out. Good seeing you, Bam. Good seeing you, O.
Love,
Knoxville

Here is some footage from my and Bam’s visit to Steve-O last Friday. He hadn’t seen Bam in awhile and was thrilled he came out. He was in great spirits and he got into TREMENDOUS spirits once I pulled my Flip cam out. You would have thought he had been six days without anything to drink and I was pulling out a bottle of Willie Nelson spring water the way he reacted. So happy! And yes, as always, O delivered. I filmed him sticking my shoestring through the hole he now has in his nose from years of cocaine abuse. He put the shoestring in his left nostril, then shoved it through the burned-out hole in the middle and pulled it out the other side. It was especially sweet when he tugged it back and forth and back and forth. Ha-ha-ha… I guess you can see sobriety hasn’t slowed down Steve-O one bit. Plus, he now has more holes to stick things in! Yep, Steve-O has done it again.
Love,
Johnny

Everyone around here thinks the fart song is the greatest thing in the world. But the community has received it in almost complete silence. Which leads me to wonder if anyone even saw/heard it? Since I’m learning that jackass fans aren’t the biggest readers in the world, I’m going to suspect that no one bothered to read my book review of Le Petomane where the fart song was originally buried. “Reading is bad enough, but reading about reading? Fuck off.” No you fuck off. I shouldn’t even be sharing this with you with that attitude. But the fart song is too good to keep hidden. If you’d like to read the full story of how the fart song came to be, go read my goddamn book review. There’s even another fart song in there.

“What the fuck is that?” That’s what we said. We have no idea either. Help us figure it out. What do you think this is a video of?

Derek Freda is an avid fan and quite the accomplished player of the hit video game G****r H**o (I’m not allowed to name the guitar controller game, because there’s a lawsuit between MTV and the guys that invented G****r H**o or something). This gaming experience leaves the player in a trance, focusing all their senses on the screen with all peripheral early warning systems functioning on a Helen Keller deaf-blind level (comparable to a Wolfie high-alert level of warning). Derek was just trying to blow off some steam, but instead he got a well-deserved zap to the tuchas. What a guitar zero!

—Dimitry Elyashkevich

“i am having a great time in africa. tomorrow i am going on safari and then I’m heading up towards mozambique. i am learning to speak zulu and, to be honest, i think my penis is growing every day!”
—chris pontius, in an email update from africa

“wolfie’s gonna learn something today—get the flip cam out.”
—seth casriel, just before teaching greg wolf how to export a video clip

“i love giving sex advice. i did get a ‘c’ in sex ed, but my knowledge really comes from in the field experience.”
—shanna zablow, on her proposed new column for jackassworld (more…)

Soon after the international round of promotion for jackass the movie subsided, we pooled all our collective nature knowledge together and came up with Wildboyz. (more…)

I know I already showed Gary’s hunting prowess with those pictures of his three dead mice, but I feel I must share the accomplishment that followed: the very next day he went out and shattered his own one day mousing record: SIX KILLS!

I came home from work and in the space of just a couple hours, he brought six dead mice in.

This video is of the first mouse Gary brought in and swallowed snout to tail. I like it where the mouse’s ass falls out of his mouth. “You gonna eat that? …oh, I guess you are.”

This link works best, obviously, if you’re totally shit faced.

http://www.jacksonpollock.org/

I was a bad kid. Compared to how I acted between the years of four- and seven-years-old, I am an angel now. My two older sisters, Lynne and Krisden (ten and eight years older, respectively), along with their friends and our cousins, took delight in seeing how fucking mean they could make me. Not to mention my father constantly put me up to shit as well. So I have been a highly trained asshole since I was four-years-old and now I am a seasoned veteran. (I mentioned some of the shit everyone put me up to in the “midget Subcommander Marcos” Photo of the Day from a week back.) Anyway, my first cousin Robbie took this photo. He used to antagonize the shit out of me. He did-and still does-call me “Sissy J.” Only difference is, now I don’t attack him when he does it like I did when I was little. He and his brothers Roger—the country singer Roger Alan Wade—and Richie, along with their sister Rhonda, were always wrapping up Barbie dolls for me and putting them under the Christmas tree. They just liked seeing how goddamn angry I got when the gift was unwrapped. Ha-ha-ha… Anyway, I was six-years-old in this picture, and you can tell from the look in my eyes and the angle of my middle finger that I was going to turn out lousy. Guess we didn’t know then just how lousy. Heh-heh…

— Johnny Knoxville

(photo by Robbie Wade)