jackassworld

While watching this clip from season two, a lot of thoughts went through my brain. I don’t really know how to put them all together, so I’m just going to make a list. (more…)

First off, this is not a burning ring of fire. It’s horse shit and lots of it. “Horse Poo Joust” hails from the earliest months of filming for jackass in the summer of 2000, when our fecal fantasies were still in their infancy. (more…)

You know what would make a great title for a special? Wildboyz: Buck Naked and Fully Erect. Yeah, I know, it’s a bit loaded, maybe even a tad daunting, but I feel it works on several levels. Most importantly that of the classic evolutionary rise of Homo erectus. Anything on top of that is, as they say, pure gravy. (more…)

In Part 3 of Wildboyz Unclothed, Steve-O pretty much does just that. Well, only after a tromp through the Costa Rican rainforest to cook a steak at an active and bubbling volcanic vent—with unbleeped cusswords! But once the crew arrives at the sloth sanctuary, that’s where you really get a chance to see some wildery behind-the-scenes crap. I think we tried to prep a script-like thing for the first couple trips to South Africa and Alaska, but this was vastly ignored in the field. Wisely so, because it provided Nick Hutchings and his MTV UK crew with some prime footage of Chris Pontius and Steve-O whipping up a freestyled delivery on-site and in the thick of it (good thing those sloths weren’t going anywhere soon). The word “genius” gets tossed around a might bit to easy these days, but in this case its usage is more than warranted—it’s demanded.

Yet again I must express my sincere wonder at how some of this shit never skidded onto the assorted jackass television series DVDs. A close accompaniment to “Duck Hunting” with Raab Himself, “Skeet Shooting” is another paintballin’ welt-fest in which Johnny Knoxville and Ryan Dunn escape relatively unscathed while Raab is lit up like a backwoods Christmas tree. But whereas “Duck Hunting” found a respectable digital rest home, “Skeet Shooting” all but disappeared into that mucky green moat of Arasapha Farms. A shame, because I’m pretty sure Jeff Tremaine spent a long time crafting those matching bull’s eyes on Raab’s sick ass cheeks.

Eddie Barbanell finds a different way to amaze every time I am in his presence. This time it came on the set of Rob Dyrdek’s new show called the Fantasy Factory. (more…)

Wow, does Tremaine ever ask for it? He begs for it, actually. He is constantly pleading with people to attack and punish him in some type of way. Why would anyone invite another human being to treat them in this manner? (more…)

Rick came in my office last week with another one of his cockamamie ideas. “Hey Dave,” he bellowed, “I have an idea.” Oh great, here we go. “Why don’t we build a bunch of little Neil Blender ramps around the office.” Cockamamie, yes. Stupid, yes. Great idea? FUCK YES. But I took it one step further.

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Homosexuality has been a part of warrior societies since the dawn of time. I’m not sure why, but my guess is it’s because warriors tend to hang out only with other warriors. You know wrastlin’, sharpening swords, working out, etc.. These are activities which not only don’t leave much time for dating, but (more…)

In 1995, the Big Brother magazine crew grabbed a handful of varied skateboarders—Ed Templeton, Rob Dyrdek, Simon Woodstock, Steve Berra, Karma Tsocheff, Duane Pitre, and Scott Conklin—and hit the lower highways of America with the destination of Mardi Gras in mind. (more…)