jackassworld

Ah, Orlando… If we ever did go ahead and start production on the fabled jackass 3, which we haven’t, for all you unbelievers out there, I doubt we’d be able to pass up one more trip to this city. Or, more importantly, the hotel of horrors that gave us carte blanche to do most anything and everything within the confines of its property, including nakedness in the lobby, more nakedness in the elevators, and even more nakedness in the conference rooms. But the antics surely weren’t limited to the nude variety: fat fucking, hot tubbing, human rafting, fart-masking, pneumatic boxing gloving, S&Ming, late night underwear foot racing, treadmill abusing, and several other “camera offing” moments that shall remain unmentionable for now—all took place without ever having to leave the open season comforts of the hotel. And if we did have to leave the hotel, well, all we had to do was jump the wall (aside from Wolfie, that is) and play in the football field next door, like this body-checking incident between Preston Lacy and Wee Man, or cross the street and take up late night roost at the Knight’s Library. This is, incidentally, the very same field in which we constructed the strongman device for Bam to sit atop and receive the specially requested golden dildo in jackass number two.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Orlando, FL; 2006)