jackassworld

On Tuesday night, Dimitry Elyashkevich decided that he was going to do a live broadcast from his friend Jason’s apartment and alerted Josh to get off his ass and get a marquee up on the site. Josh went to do so, but in the process he caught the first part of the live stream which consisted of random outbursts like, “Is this thing on?” and “Can they see me?” before Dimitry whipped out a BB gun and proceeded to shoot and subsequently shatter a few things belong to his friend—one being a vase that his grandmother had apparently given him (or an urn containing her ashes, something like that). (more…)

At first glance this photo looks a lot more provocative than it really is: near-naked large man with black underpants and vest combo, Hollywood heartthrob wrapped in bedsheets, scary backwoods cheap motel room, and faceless man with gun in background. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s a movie to be made there. (more…)

Y’all have heard that hooey about a picture being worth a thousand words, but some can be summed up in far less, I believe. This particular stunt of Dave England’s was only worth a couple hundred bucks in the first place, so why expend any further amount of energy than necessary? So one conjoined word will descriptively suffice: Shitmouth.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Louisiana; 2006)

I’d originally planned on following up the round of Big Brother covers with a few nice old photos of us enjoying the perks of LFP employment, but then my body went and succumbed to a cold of sorts and now I just can’t be bothered to leave the comforts of my bed to go dig through my print archives in the living room. So lethargy wins, you lose, and your consolation prize is this third degree shot of Bam’s freshly branded dicks (and partial pieces thereof) from jackass number two. (more…)

Despite appearances—not to mention all the other naughty crap we’d committed to print 43 issues prior—this may just have been the most publicly controversial issue of Big Brother ever. Touted as the “Kids” issue, the bulk of the magazine was dedicated to pint-size prodigies that were up and coming skateboarders at the time—kids like Ryan Sheckler, for instance, who is shown here on the cover at the popping young age of eight-years-old. (more…)

Once the magazine went monthly, a consequence of its sale to Larry Flynt Publications, Inc. in 1997, we weren’t always able to devote as much time and creative attention to our covers as we would’ve liked. However, we still found little ways to amuse ourselves, like with this particular skateboard-centric cover of Lincoln Ueda on issue #33 of Big Brother. See if you can figure out what the fuck we did here for a momentary afternoon giggle in our new corporate digs.

Now before you go saying, “Yeah, Wee Man!” you should be made aware that this is NOT the LP you all know and love. Instead, it’s the other professional skateboarding dwarf, Pancho Moler. Yeah, that’s right, there’s TWO of them. I know, statistically it sounds unbelievable—I think we were even somewhat surprised when the East Coast existence of Pancho was brought to our attention—but seeing is believing and you just saw it so you have no choice but to believe it. (more…)

Since I’m looking forward to having the next several days off work (sort of), I’m going to stick with the Big Brother cover theme and stock the well with a few to tide over the weekend. Today’s random selection features issue #30 from late 1997, the contents of which feature one of the very few things I’ve ever had an ounce of remorse over: a sidebar that appeared in the “Great Skateboard Shoe Review.” (more…)

This isn’t exactly a photo. In fact, it’s more of a scan of a cover of a magazine. But in order for it ultimately to be so then it must have been a photo first. And it was! The original photo of Mr. T was taken in 1993. I was on Melrose for some random reason then and, lo and behold, Mr. T was doing an autograph signing at a comic book store. Fortunately I had my point-and-shoot camera on hand and patiently stood in a very short line to pop a photo of him. Thumbs up! (more…)

Most every parent knows—or should know—that those fast food restaurant playground ball pits are the equivalent to plopping your child into a microbial petri dish. (more…)