
Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t it every girl’s fantasy to be hosed down by a hunky fireman? Oddly enough, it just so happened to be Johnny Knoxville’s too. Must be a 1-in-10 thing. So what we did to aid Johnny in this dream was to situate him in an alleyway along with his fatal attraction du jour: a fire truck housing some thousand-odd gallons of discolored, non-potable water. Our rent-a-fireman was more than happy to spray Knoxville down like he was an uppity rioter, blasted him into a wall and pinning him up against it with a ridiculously powerful stream of water. And even after he was sufficiently soaked, battered, and fish-faced, Knoxville came back for more and attempted to ride a bike and relax in an office chair, letting the fireman have further watery way with him. But the real bonus of the day was having Jeff Tremaine bullied into this skit when he was told to ride a skateboard directly toward the fire hose (basically under the ruse that there’s no way in hell Knoxville could stand on a skateboard for the final stunt). Jeff begrudgingly complied and was subsequently FUCKED. Sorry about that blaring expletive there, but I feel it’s entirely justified. I mean, I think he literally did get aqua-raped, and no doubt gave birth to a number of illegitimate water babies in the days to follow. It’s hilarious—a real four-alarm-pee-your-pants-and-start-crying humdinger—and I can assure you that this last bit alone was entirely worth the rental cost of the fire truck and grossly frivolous water waste. Frankly, I’m surprised Tremaine was able to reproduce following this stunt, because I’m pretty sure there are still little bits and pieces of his wiener wedged into the cracks of that back alley way to this day.
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Someone in the community appears to soon be going on a trip through Portland, Oregon, so guess what? You’re going on a vicarious trip to Portland, too. This individual was primarily interested in seeing the sites where jackass left its fecal footprint during the years of 2000-2001, many of which aren’t all that difficult to find since most of the idiotic action took place in and around the downtown’s city center. Take the seminal “Urban Kayak,” for instance, where Portland’s downtown decorative fountains and public parks set the stage for our two creative kooks armed with a one-man flotation palindrome and a common goal—to tame the urban landscape and bend it to their imaginative whims. Who needs nature anyway, with its clean, fresh air, peaceful surroundings, and cataclysmic destructive forces? That shit’s for the birds. Pave the world, goddamnit, pave the fucking world!