jackassworld

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…)

Through some trippy coincidence, today is not only November 17 but there’s a terrorist organization that popularly goes by the name 17 November. It’s a Greek deal, apparently, and as such it’s probably not all too dissimilar from the domestic terror groups we have here in the United States known as fraternities. (more…)

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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.

What is it about poo that just makes you want to pick it up an throw it at someone? The fresh warm consistency, the pungent aroma, the joy of seeing your friend panic as the butt mud sails toward them? But then I guess it all depends exactly where the fecal matter originated from. (more…)

Ever since I got rid of my $100 a month cable service my life has improved somewhat. I watch less “drek“  and more free quality TV through my rabbit ear antenna. Besides the great shit on PBS, every Sunday night I am treated to the Fox animation lineup, which includes The Simpsons and my favorite, Family Guy. This particular premiere episode was a jackass parody for the entire first act! What the fuck! They’ve done parodies before, like when Stew-O beat up his dad ala Bam, but this was the storyline of the show. They even did the “clipper cam” bit which is quite close to my heart. An air of pride and accomplishment filled my studio apartment as Mat Hoffman, Jason Searcy, and Shelton inhaled some of that air. Thanks Seth MacFarlane! Why don’t you go ahead and send me a signed cel of that clipper cam shot there, pal? The one that ends the act (you know what I’m talking about, the one where Peter gets buzzed when he’s down). Oh yeah! Let’s make that happen. —Dimitry Elyashkevich

Although mildly obscure for 99.9% of the historical world, José Hernández wrote some fancy “epic poem” about gauchos that hit the big time in Argentina and caused them to pay national tribute to him on this very day. I don’t intend to get into the details of José’s poem here—primarily because it’s nowhere near as interesting to me as say Homer’s Odyssey or the anti-epic poetry of Richard Brautigan—so let’s simply say, “Good job, José!” and get on the with the Wildboyz show. (more…)