photo of the day – the puppet show
Whenever I draw a photo blank on what to dredge up from the past, I know I can always find something of merit in “The Puppet Show” folder from jackass number two. I don’t know how many stills I’ve spotlighted from that skit since we started these daily droppings, but me, I never tire of them. I’ll double-dip, triple-dip … I don’t give a punk fuck. I’m sure a lot can be said both philosophically and psychologically about this particular image—perhaps even religiously if you take the serpentine lore from the book of Genesis to heart—but none of those heady topics are my particular cup of tea. I mean, feel free to sip tea and mentally stroke your cerebral cortex until it’s good, hot, and hard. It’s just that me myself, I prefer a good stiff shot of laughter to get me through the day. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sit in the corner and scratch my ass. Maybe I’ll smell my finger, maybe I won’t. That is half the sensory fun, though.
more jackass number two
The final destination for Wee-Man and Preston Lacy during the musical close to jackass number two.
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Danger Ehren unknowingly licks a beard consisting of pubic hair from his friends, acquaintances, and total strangers on jackass number two.
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So is this what it looks like when doves cry? No, not really. Dave England is far from a dove, because—trust me—there is no peace when Darf is up and careening about.
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You know how sometimes you see a girl out at the bar and she looks all hot? But then you wake up with her the next the morning after she's taken her face off and you're all like, "Whoa... ," because this certainly can't be the same person you picked up and bedded the night before?
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photo of the day – chris pontius
You can’t have a beginning without an ending, so here’s a parting shot of Chris Pontius from the choreographed closer to jackass number two. Not only was this a flamingly ab-studded affair, but it was a well-stocked firehouse of cameos to boot. See if you can name all the hot dudes on the set tonight. Will you win anything? No. Not a goddamn thing. Nor will you be the envy of your friends, Romans, or countrymen. (more…)
It's been a few days since we posted a good old fashioned photo from jackass, so for today's weekend digestion I offer up an outtake from the opening sequence to jackass number two. An outtake? Yes, an outtake. I didn't stutter.
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My memory is usually pretty solid—or so I like to think it is up until I see stuff like my new user ID photo that I found on Facebook and can't even recall the f'ing thing ever being taken. What's up with those tube socks, anyway? Was I trying to compensate for the short shorts?
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Shit mouth. I had to say it. I couldn't help myself. I don't even have Tourette's, but by god I had to get those two words out of my mind and onto the keyboard before I could go on any further. And now that I have, well, to be quite honest I don't feel like typing anything else.
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On the night of what is now simply known as "Bam's Bad Day" during the production of jackass number two in Louisiana, we were scheduled to film with Jim Karol, a/k/a "The Psychic Madman." We primarily had some card throwing on the creative agenda, but he'd also brought along a few traps
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