jackassworld

Prior to any Wildboyz tour of duty a great deal of research went into each and every target location. This was done mostly on the Internet by typing goofy words into Google and seeing what came up in the search results (kind of like how we stumbled upon that nudist colony in Slidell, LA). Here’s an example of something that might’ve come up for Indonesia:

“[Debus] is a traditional arts deriving from Pameungpeuk. This arts was created by an Islam spreader recognized with the name of Ajengan (religious teacher). The purpose was to attract people in the framework of spreading out religion using music of areca nut trunk and goat’s leather. Beside to practice art of music, debus player are also taught sciences of physical and spiritual proficiencies as well as science of invulnerability toward either sharp things or strikes.”

Now I don’t know what the fuck most of that means, but what immediately pops out is the whole “science of invulnerability toward either sharp things or strikes.” Now that’s interesting. So from here we would take this very random bit of info about something known as “Debus” and dish it off to “The Fixer.” The Fixer, who is not to be confused with Harvey Keitel as “The Cleaner” in Point of No Return (but can be just as equally sketchy), is a person that generally lives in the country we’re visiting and whose profession it is to do the serious research work on the practicality of our stupid ideas and then make all the necessary arrangements, buy-outs, pay-offs, etc. But even after they’d jimmy-rigged everything up and assured us it was “on,” we’d still usually have no clue as to what was actually going to happen until on location—and more often than not that was in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Fortunately, this trek into Banten, Java turned out to be of a fruitful nature. Interactions between the Wildboyz and “religious/cultural” groups are always a flip of the coin (some don’t take kindly to the pervasive irreverence of the boys, while others just want to get them naked and drink pee), but the Debus practitioners were into some pretty weird shit, like cooking food on their heads, oral bat fixations, gnashing coconuts with their bare teeth, and keeping an eerie and unsettling tune all the while. Best of all, they had no concept of the English language, so when Steve-O called them “bad ass motherfuckers” it didn’t ruffle any ceremonial feathers in the least.