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I am a massive Guns N’ Roses fan. Seriously, its almost becoming a problem. I listen to Appetite For Destruction almost every day. It never gets old. I even went as Slash for Halloween, but I got super wasted and lost my top hat. Slash would have been so bummed on me. (Sorry, Slash.) So, when I read Slash’s book, I came across Marc Canter’s book Reckless Road. It’s the best documentation of a band’s early days I have ever seen. Marc grew up with Slash and documented all of his bands until Guns N’ Roses and shot of all their Club Shows in Hollywood and the Sunset Strip in the ’80s. It’s basically the closest you’ll ever get to seeing one of those shows if you weren’t there. There’s even an online part of the book, which you can access once you purchase it, where you can hear audio from the shows and some interviews, too. Not to mention prints of some of the best pictures. (more…)

Black girls.

They’re growing on me. Dark boobs, neat. In the past I have swayed from the African Americans but after living in LA for a number of years I have changed my mind and soon wish to hook up with a black chick. My friend Dennis McGrath is really down: for a long time all he dated was black chicks, he loves ‘em.

Over the weekend I lit a black chick’s cigarette. She was wearing a bikini top and I glanced at her boobs. They were real nice ones, and this is right when I switched over to liking this kind of stuff, almost more than white chicks, which for a while was my mainstay. (more…)

For this week’s contestant on the “Who The Hell Are You?” game show, I chose to go back overseas where the English language can become more of a modern art piece than a mere way to converse. And who better to do this than Mister Olympia, the community member who has uploaded several artistic (and curious) takes upon the jackass cast and crew—my two favorite renditions still being the Danger Centaur and Lycanwolfie. Whereas I did take a few grammatical liberties with Anchy’s stellar stab at English, I’m not touching Mister Olympia’s with a ten-foot pepino. It remains, as they say, au naturale. (more…)

Rick Kosick. A very familiar name here on jackassworld. But what you may not know is that Rick, with his many film-making talents, is first and foremost an amazing photographer. I’d seen his name in skateboard magazines growing up, but didn’t know the extent of his work until he had me on his jackassworld live show. (more…)

I first met Aaron around 1993. We think. Apparently Aaron’s memory is as drug addled as mine. He’s a little fuzzy on the details. “Didn’t you have an office at Sassy magazine?” he asked. (more…)

So here it is, the third installment of the art review show. I’ve been following Corey Smith’s art for years. I’m always inspired by it and intrigued by his smart and ironic observations on society. It’s like looking at what you’re too chicken-shit to say sometimes (well, for me it is, anyway). It’s funny how when you kind of know somebody, you let your guard down a bit more, and then you fuck up. So, during the interview, I kind of looked like an idiot. There were a few awkward pauses with a lack of intelligent questions, but all in all I think it turned out rad. Needless to say, I’m a big fan, and next time I’ll hopefully be more prepared. Oh, and we also get to feature some rad music by The Deadly Syndrome in this piece (thanks to Crash). Look forward to an artist review on them in the near future. I hear they’re recording soon, so we’re going to go play on the streets of LA and film something. —Lauren Graham

Steve-O announced on jackassworld live last night that he was considering a knuckle makeover. Currently the words “SHIT” and “FUCK” are indelibly inked upon the hallowed “OZZY” spot, but he would like to alter the existing letters into something not so profane. (We had to do this very thing for Wildboyz all the time, albeit with a Sharpie, just so the editors wouldn’t have to waste any more time than need be on blurring his knuckles out on each and every segment (well, that and just not have to hear Seth—I mean, them complain any more than usual.) So, for instance, with a few simple and semi-awkward tweaks “SHIT” becomes “BAIT” and “FUCK” becomes “BOOK.” See how it works? Good. Now take this photo and put your bootlegged Photoshop programs to work. Upload your visual suggestions for Steve-O here. And no, this is not a contest. It’s more like another jackassworld “arts and crafts” project. But who knows, maybe Steve-O will see something he likes here and take it straight to the parlor. That would be something to write home about now wouldn’t it?

upload submissions to the “steve-o’s knuckle tattoos” category

This Place

This place where you hang out is just this dumb little creation that even has a little moon so your dumb ass can see at night.

Fact 1: the dumber you are the more money you have. Dumb yourself down and find riches!

The moon is supposed to turn a shade of red when the dumb Jesus comes and it’s revelation time. By the way all the punctuation in the bible is incorrect.

Look at the neat little moon. Yes, it’s true this place is this cheap ass place where idiots reign fueled by this dumb big glowing ball that lights it all up and on sunny days you “go out and do somethin’.”

The world is all I’ve ever known. They (the gods) keep other planets at a distance, but we couldn’t make things happen there anyway because the earth is the perfect place for life to happen and the other planets are whacked for it.

Do you like my writing? That’s all fine and dandy, but when this big ball crashes into the sun you’re not gonna be like, “I like Earl’s writing, this isn’t happenin’.”

No. Pleasure is the chief good: known as hedonism is prevalent and does justice in these circumstances. What else do you have going for you? You gonna sit around in the country and stare at the little moon?

Recently, The Dark was part of a group show at the Carmichael Gallery in West Hollywood, CA. Seeing as he’s my favorite artist, I was lucky enough to hang out while he did a street installation and have him melt my brain by explaining the meaning and purpose behind his recent multi-layered works. (more…)

A couple weeks ago we posted up a full pale, pink body shot of Ehren McGhehey in his underpants. Community members were asked to participate in a little “arts and crafts” project by taking this image and photochopping it into a virtual paper doll. Over 140 sliced, diced, and accessorized Ehren’s were eventually uploaded to the site (that is, incidentally, Dimitry’s inspired multimedia creation shown above), a random assortment of which I’ll review here now. (more…)