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Best case scenario: It’s summertime, it’s the weekend, and you’re out living life like you’ve never lived it before. Worst case scenario: It’s summertime, it’s the weekend, and you’ve got nothing but nothing going on. Should the latter be the case, do not despair for all is not lost … yet. I actually wish Robert Frost was still alive because I’m sure he would’ve written some timeless rhyme regarding the network television broadcast of jackass 2.5 this Saturday, June 20th, on Comedy Central at 10:00pm. (more…)

No, he’s not the 28th member of the extended Wu-Tang Clan, but rather the more respectable* elder of the Aghoris we met first on Wildboyz in 2004 and then again for the DVD extra features of jackass number two in 2006. What exactly is an Aghori, you ask? Well, we originally learned about this extremely radical Hindu sect while researching India on Wildboyz. It was Knate, I think, who saw them in a segment on the National Geographic Taboo series that portrayed them as these creepy cannibal outcasts that lived on the outskirts of cremation grounds. Apparently, the fundamental basis of their spiritual belief is that the worse off their existence is here on Earth then the closer they will be to the gods—Shiva, in particular—so they do all sorts of unholy crap like eating and wallowing in the ashes and/or bodies of the dead, drinking pee-pee from their penis or their friend’s penis (the more conservative prefer whiskey from de-capped skulls), living as exiles from society, and just getting all wasted and shit in the name of religion. So I guess you could say they’re like the Church of Darfology. (more…)

Since we’re now past Christmas and closing in fast on the new year, let’s pause to reflect upon the year that was: the hits, the misses, and all the other goofy shit betwixt. That said, we’ll be posting up a number of “Top 10″ lists in our countdown to 2009. To kick this extraganza off, here’s the “top 10 least viewed photos of the day” on jackassworld, starting with number 10: (more…)

While the fate of Prop 8 has yet to be decided here in California, let’s take a morning golf break with Bam and Ryan Dunn from the extra-features set of jackass number two (more specifically the subsequent jackass 2.5). Oddly enough, this stunt almost did result in a break as Johnny Knoxville pretty much drove his driver right up Main Street and straight into Dunn’s coccyx. And, if I’m not mistaken, that’s about the third time the word coccyx has been used here on jackassworld in the last week or two. But, you know us, we just can’t get enough coccyx around here as it is.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Van Nuys, CA; 2006)

Yesterday’s link of the day (no longer for eternity!) took you straight to this rather half-ass list of the 22 most sensational midgets (sorry, I still can’t excuse the exclusion of Billy Barty). Accordingly, it would have made more sense to post this photo up yesterday, but I’ve been rather shortchanged in the sense department lately. Fucking economy… Anyway, this blue period in India hearkens back to a time in 1995 when we took the head of our Big Brother subscription department, painted him blue, and let him loose in the streets. Wee Man has come a long way since then, but it’s always important to remember your roots and where you came from and we did just that in India with this amazing selection of LPs. I know there’s a lot to take in and digest here, but see if your Where’s Waldo within can spot the mysterious case of “front butt” or “camel toe” going on here with one particular li’l fella.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Mumbai, India; 2006)

With the close of the week finally at fucking hand, here’s a parting party shot to set the weekend off right (or wrong) For those of you who have ever had the audacity to dispute Jeff Tremaine’s rightful title as the “director” on jackass, dispute no more. While filming the gala close to jackass 2.5, the cast stood clueless, looking to Tremaine for direction as to what exactly was expected of them when the balloons dropped from above—a “one-take” scenario, which meant the pressure was really on. Jeff said something that basically amounted to, “Go nuts!” or “Get crazy!” although it might have even been, “Get gay!” because that’s pretty much what should happen whenever a billboard-sized rainbow flag descends to the floor behind you. So that’s what they did. With gusto. Here’s some proof of this—if you needed it—with a little man on man on man action between Preston Lacy, Bam Margera, and Danger Ehren.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Hollywood, CA; 2007)

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On this day, several, several, several years ago now, a cub was born unto mankind. His mother and father named him Greg, but once he started loping alongside the jackass pack he became the production beast known forever more as “Wolfie.” For eight long years Wolfie never ceased to amaze us, so much so that it almost felt like a crime to keep his magic all to ourselves. But with the DVD release of jackass 2.5, we were finally able to share our treasure with the world at large. Editor Mark Hansen put his heart and soul into the “Who is Greg Wolf?” biographical spotlight that was buried in the disc’s extra-features, yet it still met with mixed reviews, particularly this one by apparent know-nothing Danny Cox: “…good stuff, except for the bit on the marker-guy Wolfie, which is incredibly boring.” Well, there’s no accounting for taste, Danny, and it’s a shame you can’t appreciate all the wondrous trivialities life has to offer. I’d even go so far as to say, “Go fuck yourself,” but there’s really no sense in being a negatron on this joyous occasion. Happy birthday, Wolfie!

Last week, prior to the deluge of Tremaine beauty shots, Johnny Knoxville had yanked a still to feature from the “Butt Bellows” segment found on jackass 2.5. With the short passage of time since then, I thought it only fitting to reprise this moment with the pay-off from that particular “stunt.” Steve-O certainly has put himself in some tight-ass situations before, but he really was toying with the devil here as he stared into a hole of absolute hell. But, like Daniel Johnston sang, “Don’t play cards with Satan, he’ll deal you an awful hand,” and that indeed he did with this bit of anal blowback from Preston’s abyss.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Hollywood, CA; 2006)

To this day, Ehren swears that he knew the whole thing was a prank. Well, give the man a goddamn Academy award! He ate pubes! Ehren you are an idiot! But an American nonetheless. Our thoughts go out to all the families that 9/11 has affected. Peace.

(This special video presentation of “Terror Taxi – Behind the Scenes” was brought to you courtesy of the extra-features section on the jackass 2.5 DVD, which can be purchased for 1,999 pennies from our storefront operation here.)

It’s safe to say we all have a few random skeletons in our closets here at jackassworld, but if there’s one common bone amongst them all it has to do with skateboarding. Late last year, we all grouped up at Dave England’s house with the intent to film interviews for jackass 2.5. (more…)