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Throughout the night we’d periodically pose questions to the cast from community members of jackassworld in video form. On this particular occasion we had one such member in the studio audience, Movie_Ben, who hit up Tremaine from the peanut gallery. Moving along as quickly as that moment lasted, Chris Pontius lead the workout charge into Sunday morning with a group of guys in dire need of his sexed-up regiment. Here’s a long, lingering look at these men and the sweaty groove they found.

Right around hour 18 we were all getting a little slap happy and punch drunk, but then everything went right to the next literal level. First Bam and Jess Margera smacked the absolute shit out of each other in a slap fight, and then Rick Kosick and Jeff Tremaine stumbled, flailed and floundered about in a long overdue dizzy box match—nothing like rolling into the final hours of on-air sleep deprivation with a pounding headache in tow.

With the takeover finally over and everyone at MTV breathing one big collective sigh of relief that all went off without a hitch or a wayward shit, the event is now being rebroadcast in its 24-hour entirety on MTV2 this coming weekend, starting Saturday, March 1st at noon. Granted, the show will lack a certain edge-of-your-seat-who-knows-what-the-fuck-will-happen spontaneity knowing it’s not happening in real time and no one ever had to hit the panic button (yep, MTV really did have a contingency plan set in place had the takeover run off the tracks altogether in irretrievable crazy train fashion), but if you did happen to miss out on something—maybe even while you were off in the bathroom pooping out a letter to photograph and upload—then here’s your second chance. Keep your fingers and eyes glued to the website, because we’ll be posting new highlights, behind-the-scenes footage and clips that couldn’t make the show, as well as scheduled online video chat-type stuff with Knoxville, Tremaine, Kosick, Carnie, Wolfie and myself throughout the weekend (appointment times still being worked out at present).

Hour 16 opened red hot and cock-blurred as the boys hooked up with acclaimed photographer Terry Richardson for a bawdy little photo session the night before the takeover was set to begin. Coming off that penis heavy pre-tape we were back in-studio live for JxPx’s equally acclaimed “Box of Stuff That Sucks,” where Loomis caught a crab, Wee Man took a cattle prod to his bare hammy butt from Mike the Midget, and Knoxville crossed the standards line to cue up the on-air technical difficulties card. Then we jumped over to the uptown studio for a trivia game with the studio audience that could’ve gone one of two ways, sucky or funny, but came out on the enjoyable upside thanks to a prevalent human fear of any device capable of delivering a shock.

In a rare non-life threatening appearance, Johnny Knoxville sits down pre-tape style for an informal interview with The Deadly Syndrome, a band that includes two Dickhouse/jackassworld employees, Jesse Hoy and Chris “Crash” Richard. A video for their song “Eucalyptus” follows the interview, although this being an Interweb presentation greatly diminishes its once televised debut quality.

When we left the MTV studios after wrapping out the late great jackassworld 24-hour takeover on Sunday afternoon, it was a rather surreal feeling re-entering the time space continuum of reality, like none of it had ever taken place. (more…)

Once again, we rocked into the hour in dance party fashion. Knoxville lasted two songs, I think, before losing steam and moves. Fortunately this one stayed pretty happy overall, aside from JxPx, who absolutely hates The Smiths, and he pulled out some tin can lids to break up all the ticklishness. From there the takeover digressed into memory lane as Knoxville and the boys recounted some of the best (and almost always the worst) moments from the past 24 hours. And then it digressed into another dance party. All in all, good fun—no, great fun was had. Almost makes you want to play the “I’m not leaving game,” but not really.

Before we sign off for the nonce—just keeping it real Morrissey-like—I’d like to thank the following people for managing the jackassworld bullpen here all fucking night long and being total champs about everything and anything we put them through: Josh Lingenfelter, Derek Freda, Shannon Connolly, David Harris, Andy Han, Greg Wolf, Lance Bangs, Seth Casriel, Jose Cananana, Weston Houghton, William Boyer, Ned Watson, Maitee Cueva, Sophia Rai, Ciel Vanderveen, Grace Chang, Jason Cipriano, Sarah Strom, Brandon Freeberg, Danae Leali-Hudson, Garett Johnson, Jason Mitchell, Chris Moeser, Sarah DeFilippis, Manny Parisi, Dan Buchanan, Dino Covelli, and our digital “sponsors” Courtney Holt, David Gale, and Van Toffler.

(Photo: Sean Cliver)

Now I know for a fact that two noteworthy things happened in this hour. First, a dance party. One that started off nice, got real happy, then super happy, and all of a sudden it took a twisted violent 180 and became really super horribly ugly. And violent, too! My back was on the receiving end of some of this, but I guess Preston threw a cup of liquid onto Bam, all in good fun, of course, but then Bam flipped the fuck out and tossed a good deal more on Preston—and everything else around him—with a few punches for good measure. Turns out, Preston had accidentally grabbed Zach Galifianakis’s chew spit leavings off the desk and the crap got in Bam’s eyes and burned like bloody hell. So Bam went off and locked himself in a room while Knoxville sat down with Dave England to play a little tonsil-hockey. No, not with each other. One of our techies rigged up—correction, make that “jimmy-rigged” a lipstick camera with a penlight, plastic baggy, and rubber bands so Dave could shove it down his throat for an extreme firsthand perspective of his uvula and emerging bile of fury. Can this be over already? Please? Baby’s tired and wants to go home.

(Photo: Sean Cliver)

We have officially reached George A. Romero status within the studio. Bloodshot eyes, shaky hands, stumbling feet—total motherfucking zombies from hell. As you’ve probably noticed, a few of the guys have disappeared here and there for small periods of times or in Steve-O’s case altogether. But if you discerned a certain escalating tone within the context of the hourly updates then you can probably fill in the appropriate blanks. And now I don’t know if I’ve got this right or not, but amid repeats and clips and maybe some other shit, Bam tried to jump ship with only two hours to go. Luckily Dave England was in a place where he could roam, I mean, hobble freely and he forthrightly alerted everyone to the impending situation. Somehow Knoxville talked Bam into staying and plied him with power drinks and small rubber bouncy balls. For those of you who have been lording over the security camera feed, congratulations. You had front row seat for some topnotch shit. Too bad you couldn’t hear it.

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With dawn’s early light streaming down the urethra of Times Square, Chris Pontius rallied together some men, most large, one thin, one old and one Cuban for an early morning workout. It was sexy, to say the least, but inspiring, too. Pontius demonstrated some fine exercises to enhance one’s performance in the bedroom and beyond while all the men struggled to aerobically keep up with the program. At one point (probably when Chris commanded everyone to work on something related to maintaining their scrotum), Knoxville had to leave the room because he was completely unable to suppress his laughter any longer. From there we all ran outside for a quick bite to eat courtesy of Phil and April who were down on the street slinging hotcakes and handing out free copies of her cookbook.

(Photo: Sean Cliver)