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With the smell of sweat-soaked pads wafting through the Los Angeles morning air, we’re more than happy to jump and fuck the shit out of a hot Google keyword. So here’s a playlist of X-like encounters from jackass, Wildboyz, and Nitro Circus with a variety of past and present X-Games contenders and legends like Tony Hawk, Mat Hoffman, Travis Pastrana, Jake Brown, Bob Burnquist, and Bucky Lasek. From monkeys, chickens, and cavemen to loops, launches, and megas, this playlist has something EXTREME! for everyone—including the infamous urethra shot heard round the world. Slim Jim not included. (more…)

This is me standing with jackassworld members Paul Pujol and Joe Luke in New Orleans, Louisiana. I met them on the set of a movie I was filming called Father of Invention. Paul had rented his Toyota Scion to the production for my character “Troy Coangelo” to drive in the film. As I was talking to them, I noticed Paul had the jackass skull and crutches tattooed to the back of his neck. As I was smiling from that discovery, Joe turned around and showed me the back of his neck, which had the same matching tattoo. I have run into people over the years with that exact tat, but never two in one day! (more…)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/8173742.stm

This school in India actually let a motorcycle rider drive over the hands of the students to perform a stunt. The best (or worst) part is the school only did it after the parents pressured them into ALLOWING their kids to do it. Who is the president of the PTA over there, Jeff Tremaine? (more…)

http://www.fmylife.com/

Several months back the fine French folks at FMyLife.com contacted us about doing a crossover promotion. We always like to pump up our traffic numbers, so we said, “Sacré bleu!” This phrase does not exactly translate to “Sure, why the fuck not,” but that was indeed our intention. So yesterday we all sat down and selected a bunch of stories for today’s “FML” postings.

If you’re like me and not exactly fluent in grasshopper-speak, FML is yet another bastard offspring of Interweb shorthand, which stands for “Fuck My Life.” This site acts as an aggregator for all the lame, shitty things that happen to people in the course of their daily life that can be crammed into an amusing little anecdote and posted for public consumption, ridicule, scorn, and enjoyment.

We—meaning Tim, Gary, Crash, Josh, and myself—also responded to a bunch of questions that were submitted by the FMyLife.com members, and those can be found here:

http://www.fmylife.com/blog/171

Personally, I liked this story (that didn’t meet the cut) from a guy who just found out his two-week old son “Edward” was named after a vampire. Fuck his life, indeed. (more…)

So whatever became of those two Amish lads out for a night on the West Chester town? Well, funny you should ask. After the Mutant Ninja Turtles backed down and returned to the bar whence they came, the Amish proceeded to drop their clothes and raise the barn roof in what would appear to be hot Mennonmennonite action. Would you like to know more? (more…)

On this particular birthday go round it was decided to forego the X-rated cake in favor of a simulated X-rated practice: the bukake. But, seeing as our accountant Gio is a woman and quite unable to self-produce copious loads of semen, we opted for a more “affirmative action” route instead. So in lieu of the prerequisite penis in the typical bukake scenario, we employed an equal opportunity case of Silly String for any and all birthday comers, including Jukka Hilden of The Dudesons. The result: a full-on pastel facial that would even make Peter North blush. (more…)

Last Friday I managed to weasel my way into the San Diego Comic-Con via a book signing appearance courtesy of the nice folks at Super7. This was a minor miracle, considering I’d only gotten the wild hair up my ass to do such a thing a week before its opening day on July 23rd and pretty much any type of admission pass had sold out like four months ago. But, in all honesty, the book signing was really just an excuse to go down and witness the spectacle. (more…)

All hail King Kosick! Even though I am in New Orleans at the moment, Rick Kosick is always in my thoughts. Like yesterday, when Derek Freda was telling me about a huge goddamn fight Rick and Mike G. got into a few days ago after filming the Mailbag. I hope I am not talking out of school, but I heard it was a real classic. I am not even sure if any of the ruckus made it on camera, but if I have anything to do with it those two will be collaborating a lot more in the near future. They are the greatest comedic team since a Bic lighter and a bowl of farts I tell you! (more…)

http://www.neatorama.com/2007/09/03/clowns-kicked-kkk-asses/

Julien Nitzberg, director of The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia doc, sent me this link a couple of days back. It’s a delightful little story of a battle between the KKK and a large group of clowns in my hometown of Knoxville, Tennessee. Huh, what?! That’s right, some white supremacist group tried to host a hate rally in Knoxville a while back and they were run out of town by a group of mostly female clowns in wedding dresses. Ha ha ha… Every time the idiot, shit-eatin’ Nazis yelled, “White power!” the clown coalition would yell back, “White flour?” and then throw some of the powdered goodness in the air. You gotta click on this link, it will surely make you giggle. To make a strong story short, the Neo-Nazis, humiliated and defeated, left Knoxville with their heads and right arms hanging limply down. Woohoo, white flour!

—Knoxville (more…)

I couldn’t even begin to tell you how ridiculously hard it was to get this video on the site. And it wasn’t even a Rights & Clearances issue; just another moronic comedy of errors in the days of our lives here at jackassworld. To go into the flea circus details would confuse you even more, if only because the details themselves were rather muddled at best (and only semi-technical to boot). But whatever, that’s what makes this place purr like the engine of a fine Italian motor car. If it ran any other way then it just might actually be construed as professional, which would surely be a sign that we’re losing our magic Mianus touch. (more…)