jackassworld

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This is what happens when two loud-mouthed hillbillies get together. For the first two minutes of this interview, all we pretty much do is drink. Heh heh… Also, I would like to point out that I gave Dale a WHOLE GALLON of Tennessee moonshine and that bastard gave me THREE-FOURTHS of a pint of Virginia moonshine. (more…)

This is my friend Loomis Fall. He’s not so keen on other people touching him. He really dislikes it. He is the kindest, most gentle guy you will ever meet, but he is not a hugger. While we were filming in India, Loomis met, well, a hugger. And a kisser. (more…)

It was a landmark day here at jackassworld when, for the first time in eight years, Greg Wolf walked into the office this morning with a shirt no one had ever seen him wear before. Given the near rape incident with him on the jackassworld live show with Preston Lacy, we’re lead to believe this drastic wardrobe change has something to do with having to find a replacement for that enticingly orange long-sleeve shirt of his. (more…)

Congratulations Robert Smith of the Cure

Thanks to everyone who participated in the “Spud Man contest” contest and tuned into the live awards presentation this Friday afternoon. In what may be our quickest reach around ever, here’s a replay of the “ceremony” with Johnny Knoxville and special guest presenters Weezer.

Last summer, the Paramount Pictures Group graciously invited the Dickhouse Productions team of Johnny Knoxville and Jeff Tremaine to take up residence on their esteemed lot. What a stupid idea. Soon enough Knoxville was up to his usual tricks and set his sights on Scott Aversano, this producer-type who was in charge of MTV Films at the time. Under the guise of his late-night vandal alter ego “Van Toffler,” Knoxville broke into Aversano’s office and brought in a muralist, Van Toffler, Jr., to redecorate the wall with a likeness of Knoxville and Tremaine aggressively coupling in a Tom of Finland style. Look for further adventures of the late-night Dickhouse crew to post next Friday, June 6th, when they return to the Paramount lot to repossess this prized Toffler piece.

The only reason this thing got made is so that I could be a “frustrated-hand model.” I love the frustrated hands in infomercials. They convey so much expression, so much hatred. It’s not easy to show how you’re feeling with just your hands. It takes a real artist. I was also hoping to make some money off the tape measures, but I’m not sure if we’re really going to be selling those in the store, or if this is just a joke? Well, we have one anyway. I’m taking offers.

Soon after the third episode of jackass racked up another share of impressive ratings, MTV confidently placed an order for 16 more shows to air in 2001, officially revitalizing the self-destructive engines of our imaginations with new and inventive ways to abuse Johnny Knoxville and the rest of the cast. (more…)

That’s me in the middle, handcuffed, shirtless, and wearing a child’s white cowboy hat. My daughter and her two friends are beside me, and surrounding us all are four of LA’s finest. What the fuck, right? You see, me, JxPx, and Scott Manning spent all afternoon filling up helium balloons for the backyard. Then we loaded up the BB guns, and when my daughter Madison and her two friends got home from school they had a full on shooting gallery: bang, boom, pop. It was fun, too, until the fuzz showed up. (more…)

If you thought there was panic in the streets of London when they burned down the disco and hung the bloody DJ, well then you should have seen the MTV shuffle when it came to releasing the old jackass show on DVD. I mean, did you ever wonder why there were “volumes” instead of “seasons” for the old television stuff? (Although what probably came as more of a wonder was that volumes two and three came out long before the mysteriously missing volume one, which didn’t finally hit the streets until a couple years later.) (more…)

A couple of years ago I did a TV show with Cameron Diaz called Trippin’. It was on a trip to Nepal and Bhutan where I met Reggie Noble, known to most as Redman. Of course we bro’d down right away and ended up getting drunk on a three dollar bottle of vodka we bought in the streets of Kathmandu. Later that year he left a message on my phone, “Yo Meetree, this is Reg, happy holidays, nigga.” See, the thing is that Dave Carnie was supposed to write something for the accompanying video here. I don’t know if he did or not, but I know Josh can’t find anything. I guess Carnie was supposed to write something introducing Chris Nieratko to the jackassworld community. First of all, we know that no one reads any of this shit. Second of all, the more I write the less chance this has of being read at all. Third of all, everyone knows who Chris Nieratko is, right? Well, this will be an interesting experiment. Why don’t you weirdos argue about who Chris Nieratko is and where he came from. Just go ahead and post those witty comments below. I’ll even help you guys out a bit. He’s the white guy in the chicken suit. —Dimitry Elyashkevich