

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.
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Toward the later stages of the show there were a few segments that beg some kind of explanation: first and foremost the “Jackass Spermathon,” a randy celebration of juvenile self-absorption at its best. The idea stemmed from my own personal life when my wife signed me up for a test at a fertility clinic prior to our attempts at serious procreation in 2001. Johnny Knoxville was particularly intrigued with my results—which were by no means stellar on any account—and was hellbent on assuring one and all that he truly was the alpha male of our pack.