jackassworld

Once the magazine went monthly, a consequence of its sale to Larry Flynt Publications, Inc. in 1997, we weren’t always able to devote as much time and creative attention to our covers as we would’ve liked. However, we still found little ways to amuse ourselves, like with this particular skateboard-centric cover of Lincoln Ueda on issue #33 of Big Brother. See if you can figure out what the fuck we did here for a momentary afternoon giggle in our new corporate digs.

This particular member spotlight won’t be a surprise to some (RandyRos went and posted it in the discussion boards for fear of my technical “we the jerks at jackassworld reserve the right to edit your responses” clause), but I’ll be corked if the photos still aren’t stunners on the first, fourth, or even fifty-first glance. Hell, we even once made a “photo of the day” out of a busty billboard she made during the darker days of jackassworld to help promote our cause for the greater good of mankind. Because without humor there is no life, and where there is no life there is no death. Or something like that. (more…)

Following a good night’s sleep, Chris Pontius steps into the limelight to shine like no other nature host on the animal planet. Nick Hutchings and his MTV UK crew tag along as Pontius traipses and trash talks his way through a Costa Rican zoo, revealing not only more Wildboyz behind-the-scenes magic but scenes of his behind, too. Steve-O chimes in with periodic deadpan dread from time-to-time—even when he’s busy tangling with a cadre of oversexed white-faced capuchins—and everyone’s favorite venomous snake idiot David Weathers gets jiggy with the highly dangerous Fer-de-lance.

I know, the title sounds ragingly redundant, but Wildboyz Unclothed is a behind-the-scenes special that was shot by Nick Hutchings in Costa Rica for the UK branch of MTV in early 2004. Over the next four days we’ll be rolling this out in four neat and tidy parcels to get you (and us) through the holiday break. In Part 1, you’ll briefly see an extremely tired Chris Pontius before Steve-O takes over and segues into one of his most troubling, nerve-wracking and perplexing times on Wildboyz: a bungee jump. Yes, that’s right, a bungee jump. Don’t worry, none of us understood the adverse psychological mechanics behind this one either. (more…)

Now before you go saying, “Yeah, Wee Man!” you should be made aware that this is NOT the LP you all know and love. Instead, it’s the other professional skateboarding dwarf, Pancho Moler. Yeah, that’s right, there’s TWO of them. I know, statistically it sounds unbelievable—I think we were even somewhat surprised when the East Coast existence of Pancho was brought to our attention—but seeing is believing and you just saw it so you have no choice but to believe it. (more…)

Part 9 of the jackassworld road trip, in which our mini-ramp shralpers—Wee Man, Chris Pontius, Danger Ehren, Preston Lacy, Dave England, Mike Kassak, Loomis Fall, JxPx Blackmon, Scott Manning, Dimitry Elyashkevich, Mike G., Rick Kosick, and Sean Cliver—tour some San Jose backyards during the day before taking up the good ol’ alcoholic torch for the night. (more…)

When and if we ever fall out of the Hollywood game, I believe we can all happily go to our entertainment grave knowing that no one escaped from our absurd collision with the mainstream unscathed. Of all the assorted “accomplishments” to be proud of, though, the one area I take particular delight in is the despoiling of the MTV corporate empire with all of our silly crap. (more…)

Since I’m looking forward to having the next several days off work (sort of), I’m going to stick with the Big Brother cover theme and stock the well with a few to tide over the weekend. Today’s random selection features issue #30 from late 1997, the contents of which feature one of the very few things I’ve ever had an ounce of remorse over: a sidebar that appeared in the “Great Skateboard Shoe Review.” (more…)

Typically this would be the occasion to break out the “yore,” “ye,” and “yon” period piece speech, but I was just too tickled while watching this clip to try and pull any medieval crap out of my duodenum. I think what ultimately distracted me from doing so was the incredibly close call between Bam Margera and an unwitting Razor totin’ kook who almost walked out and took the charge mid-tunnel. Holy crap! (more…)

This isn’t exactly a photo. In fact, it’s more of a scan of a cover of a magazine. But in order for it ultimately to be so then it must have been a photo first. And it was! The original photo of Mr. T was taken in 1993. I was on Melrose for some random reason then and, lo and behold, Mr. T was doing an autograph signing at a comic book store. Fortunately I had my point-and-shoot camera on hand and patiently stood in a very short line to pop a photo of him. Thumbs up! (more…)