jackassworld

When we first entered this wacky entertainment business back in 2000, we learned that members of the cast are referred to as “talent” in Hollywood production terms. This always struck us as being rather funny, but I have to say that in the case of Brandon Dicamillo the expression truly does hold a full glass of water. (more…)

This is a hilarious email I got from my friend Paul about his son Evan getting into trouble at school. My answer to his email follows. Although we always stress “don’t try this at home,” I guess we forgot to say don’t try this at school. Ha ha ha… Anyway, I can laugh at this one because it wasn’t a stunt or prank that was dangerous to anyone involved. The names may or may not be changed to protect the innocent…and the guilty. Heh heh… (more…)

Okay, time to flush the toilet here on some transitional remnants from seasons 2 and 3 of the jackass television series that were never preserved for digital eternity. Things clinging to the bowl include: Guch getting radical on a kiddy slide in Portland, Oregon; Bam threading the needle while crossing Gay and High in West Chester, Pennsylvania; Steve-O thwocking his head on an airboat in the Everglades of Florida; and then an assortment of unorthodox jacuzzi moves by the cast at our favorite hotel destination spot in Orlando, Florida.

Just the other day someone commented that I always manage to get just the right “wrong” angle with my photos. I couldn’t agree with them more. By no means can this be chalked up to “skill,” though; if anything it is simply “odds.” Throughout the years, from Big Brother to jackass, I’ve witnessed a rather disproportionate number of oddites, atrocities, and what have you, which, in twisted Vegas terms, makes me a “winner” in many photographic instances. I know, to the victor go the spoils, but I’ve always been rather socialized in my artistic worldview, so share I must. And what better place than here! (more…)

This is one of those television series renegades that reaffirms my faith in jackass, meaning dumbshittery continues to abound and prosper throughout the ages. Why exactly “Football Follies” never made it onto the DVD box set is a real D.B. Cooper mystery for the new millennium, but then again there were a lot of things about the jackass series’ move to DVD that never made a whole heck of a lot of sense. Anyone remember when Volumes 2 and 3 came out years before Volume 1? That was a good laugh to be had on the no good account of too many nervous nellies in the bureaucratical bunch. Anyway, it’s nice to have Steve-O, Danger Ehren, and Stephanie Hodge back off the bench and onto the playing field. Yay, team! See you in the showers.

Skateboarders are uncannily tuned into their immediate environment. I never fail to amuse my wife by gazing longingly at what would, to the normal person, appear to be an everyday average bench, ledge, or stair/rail formation, the same such distracted look that most guys would chance on a hot chick passing by with a revealing top or bangin’ caboose. And don’t even get me started on the slightest hint of workable urban transition or infrastructure. (more…)

Things are rarely easy on jackass. Take the prospect of doing a stunt, for instance. The stunt in itself is generally enough to make any participant slightly less than enthused, but what further compounds the matter is knowing that once you’re finished with the main event you’re still not exactly out of the woods. In fact, it’s usually post-stunt that things tend to go from bad to worse. So as much of a physical trial that it is to commit to something it’s even more of a sustained rollercoaster in the mental sense. (more…)

I’m not so sure this qualifies as a Halloween-like segment, but Johnny Knoxville does appear to look like the Great Pumpkin in this masochistic skit so take it for all its seasonal worth. (more…)

Ah, Orlando… If we ever did go ahead and start production on the fabled jackass 3, which we haven’t, for all you unbelievers out there, I doubt we’d be able to pass up one more trip to this city. Or, more importantly, the hotel of horrors that gave us carte blanche to do most anything and everything within the confines of its property, including nakedness in the lobby, more nakedness in the elevators, and even more nakedness in the conference rooms. (more…)

Occasionally people will ask me what exactly I did while working on jackass number two. With great pride I tell them that I was the one who designed the cock ‘n’ balls shape that Ryan Dunn branded onto Bam’s butt. Well, that and I also contributed a thatch of shaved pubic hair to Danger Ehren’s face that just so happened to include the one white hair in the bunch. I was actually rather surprised by this fact, because given the inordinate amount of salt amongst the pepper on Lance Bangs’ head, I thought for sure he’d have Old Man Winter growing in his pants.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Florida; 2006)