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It’s always nice to have Wee-Man introduce these Wee-Rock features—well, all two of them now—but he’s presently off in Germany making scheisse films. No, no, that’s not true, he’s just doing some promotional work over there for Monster energy drink. Münster would of course be the ideal sounding place for such stuff, but regardless where our kleiner mann may, here is the original “pilot” episode for Wee-Rock, featuring Turbonegro, the best band in the world (and if you dare doubt me on this statement then you clearly do not own Apocalypse Dudes). (more…)

Welcome to the first “episode” of Wee Rock, the latest in sporadic jackassworld original programming where Wee-Man interacts with various music types. Before letting Wee-Man take it away textually, special thanks are in order for Russell Bongard, a friend and former Big Brother contributor who set this particular meeting up with Travis Barker.

This day will definitely go down in history. On this day I did something that in my eyes I don’t think any average Joe Shmoe could do: I got to learn/play drums with one of my favorite drummers, Travis Barker. He knew I was coming, but he probably didn’t know I had a surprise for him. Actually, I bet he was worried I was gonna pull a prank on him. Anyway, the video illustrates better how the day went than I can put it in words. So watch the video. PURE FUN. —Wee-Man

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The first time I met Ryan Dunn he was living in a housing situation unfit for even a hobbit. Well, I wouldn’t even go so far as to say he was living in the house; he occupied a small 8 x 10 patch of earthen concrete in the basement/cellar. Have you ever seen Evil Dead before? Well, that pencil-stabbing bitch was living in a palatial estate compared to the carved out hole Dunn was sleeping in. Anyway, he’s come a long way since then. He now owns a BMW repair shop, where it would appear most everything currently being worked on in the shop is something he’s broken. This reminds me of the Ouroboros—that wacky circular symbol of yore with the serpent eating its own tail—and it certainly would appear that Dunn could not have found a more suitable autopoietic profession. But enough about philosophy and the tools and stools it creates. Check out Dunn’s awesome crap and see what he’s been up to the last couple years while living under the radar. (more…)

So every time Eddie Barbanell and I are together we end up singing Roger Alan Wade songs non-stop. If there is any quiet time whatsoever (and believe me there is not), Eddie will launch into “Fryin’ Bacon Nekkid,” “Butt-Ugly Slut,” or like in the the video you are about to see “D-R-U-N-K.” Eddie adores Roger, but not half as much as Roger adores him. They have become big buddies, so we only thought it natural that Eddie and Roger appear in a video together. Here is the first of hopefully many collaborations between Eddie Barbanell and my cousin Roger Alan Wade. A-a-a-and action!

Sincerely,

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Back in February, Eddie Barbanell invited me to join him at the winter Special Olympics in Boise, Idaho. Actually, he pretty much demanded I come. I mean, I wanted to go anyway, but Eddie was relentless like Eddie always is. Heh heh… We had a ball, too, getting to hang out together and go to the events and meet the athletes. We actually got to scrimmage against Canada in the floor hockey event. I couldn’t hang, though. My fucking back went out halfway through and I had to be substituted. You can imagine the shit I got from Eddie for that. (more…)

In the midst of a Purple Pony lull (sorry, slight shortage of guests at the moment), Shanna provides a guided tour of the prestigious pink Dickhouse offices located in Hollywood, CA. Chock full of everything from photos to skateboards, original artwork to personalized movie posters, memorabilia to secret passageways and peep-hole paintings straight out of the Hanna-Barbera studio’s Scooby-Doo franchise, Dickhouse is no doubt the long lost and little known about west side neighborhood of Never Land from Peter Pan. Guest appearances by Crash, Marf the Clapping Seal Boy, Priya, Matt, Patrick, and a less than interested Jeff Tremaine! (more…)

Goddamn, kilogram, me and my main man Eddie Barbanell, a/k/a Slim Iceberg, needed some new threads a couple of weeks back, so we went a shittin’ and gettin’ it down to a store in Hollywood to cop. Faster than you can say motherfucker, you get to witness the urban metamorphosis of two straight, white crackers becoming full-fledged playahs. The salesman even taught us a true pimp walk. All we need now is some bitches and and a place to set up shop. True dat. Holla.

—Johnny “Too Sweet” Knoxville

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Before viewing, if you so dare (or care), I’d like to make a few things clear. First of all, and perhaps most importantly, Rick Kosick would not let me have a drink before we filmed this. True, I probably should have tossed one back prior to his showing up on my doorstep, but I honestly didn’t think he’d cockblock me from the idea of loosening up a bit (and not only did he cockblock me but he called me a pussy, too!). So admittedly that was my fault. (more…)

After a massive dry spell, Shanna is popping out Purple Ponies like a professional Thai ping-pong champion. In this spicy interview with Mat Hoffman, BMX legend and apparent fan of freeballing, Shanna gets him to open up about the Chia Pet in his pants, the former Chia Pet we’d discovered living in Johnny Knoxville’s pants back in 2000 (he’s long since changed his primitive ways and joined the manscaping ranks), and the inherent risks of getting stunty 15-feet above the surface of the Earth with a bicycle seat between your legs. (more…)

Well, if you don’t know who Mark Zupan is by now then I don’t know what the f’ing f’ to tell you. You’ve seen him kick crippled ass in Murderball, get sent off a dock in jackass number two, bring home the Beijing gold in 2008, be taped to a sled and pushed down a hill on Nitro Circus, dodge questions about the vaunted size of his penis on Shanna’s Purple Pony Chronicles, and sideline his liver with Johnny Knoxville on One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer, but now you’re gonna check out some of Mark’s awesome crap* at his digs in Austin, Texas. (more…)