jackassworld

Honestly, I can’t say for certain that this wasn’t on DVD. The thing is, though, whatever was on the jackass DVD box set in terms of original television show segments was supposed to have shimmied on over here to the online library. But last week, when I went to go retrieve a jackass archive clip for posting purposes, I first sought out this collage of barely-clothed suburban lawncare absurdities from Bam Margera and Raab Himself but was surprised to find it nowhere to be found.

Dazed and confused as to how this clip could have possibly gone overlooked in both instances or eventualities, I presented Wolfie with the naked lawnmowing challenge, thinking my lack of computer skills had once again gotten the best of me. With utmost confidence Wolfie assured me it was indeed there, but it turned out that he, too, could not find it. Face! Thus began the naked lawnmower search in a greatly expanded capacity and, needless to say (but I’m just going to go ahead and say it anyway), it has since been found and will now reside here forevermore. Or at least up until someone or thing unplugs that great server in the sky.

Also, since I’ve long dismissed the notion of personal pride or ego, I’m happy to disclose that I once owned (and wore) a mesh-like, abdomen-baring, half-shirt that was yellow in color somewhere around the age of 15 (actually, I think I owned two others in both red and blue…must have been a fire sale at Kmart or something). To this day, I’m still not sure what utilitarian purpose this clothing article served, aside from the much later learned fashion usages in the Castro District of San Francisco. I was, however, not even a little bit close to the city limits of the Bay, but rather a podunk town smack dab in the middle of Wisconsin. So I can only attribute my wearing of such a thing in the summer of 1984 to growing up under the shadow of imminent nuclear destruction, random Orwellian fears, and President Ronald Reagan’s reign. Well, that or unseasonally high humidity conditions.