jackassworld

While the fate of Prop 8 has yet to be decided here in California, let’s take a morning golf break with Bam and Ryan Dunn from the extra-features set of jackass number two (more specifically the subsequent jackass 2.5). Oddly enough, this stunt almost did result in a break as Johnny Knoxville pretty much drove his driver right up Main Street and straight into Dunn’s coccyx. And, if I’m not mistaken, that’s about the third time the word coccyx has been used here on jackassworld in the last week or two. But, you know us, we just can’t get enough coccyx around here as it is.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Van Nuys, CA; 2006)

Things are rarely easy on jackass. Take the prospect of doing a stunt, for instance. The stunt in itself is generally enough to make any participant slightly less than enthused, but what further compounds the matter is knowing that once you’re finished with the main event you’re still not exactly out of the woods. In fact, it’s usually post-stunt that things tend to go from bad to worse. So as much of a physical trial that it is to commit to something it’s even more of a sustained rollercoaster in the mental sense. (more…)

Hollywood is full of nuts. Every city  has its colorful characters, but the true blue lunatics, the real basket case, live in Los Angeles. Take my friend Crash Richard, for instance. He moved out to LA from New Orleans after Katrina hit and started a band called The Deadly Syndrome (album on sale now at iTunes). Now Crash is sweet, gentle, and a very talented singer. I consider Crash a friend, and i like him very much, but he is cuckoo bird. (more…)

Never mind the candy apples and razor blades—here’s the Kosick-o’-lantern! Happy All Hallows Eve from jackassworld, you little pagan bastards, and don’t forget to thank Glenn Danzig, John Carpenter, Tori Spelling, and Tim Burton in your prayers tonight.

(special thanks to Nick G. for the pumpkin carving; photo by Mike G.; Hollywood, CA; 2008)

By special request from one Tam O’Clannie, who sounds like a Irish leprechaun but is really a Canadian lumberjack, here is the photo that Dimitry Elyashkevich took of Chris Pontius at the Los Osos skatepark. I believe the name of the trick he is doing is the Bo Diddley, but for some odd reason I keep wanting to call it a Good Buddy (even though I know that’s a fakie invert of sorts, whereas this is more of a layback-to-tail deal). The first time I remember seeing Chris pull a Bo Diddley was at some random park in Fort Collins, Colorado, during our Big Brother Rocky Mountain tour in 1996 with the self-wetting Clyde Singleton (who, come to think of it, just may now be a candidate for tomorrow’s photo). That was also quite possibly the last thing Chris did on that tour because he soon fell victim to altitude sickness and took up fetal position in the back of the van for the duration of the trip.

(photo by Dimitry Elyashkevich; Los Osos, CA; 2008)

Occasionally people will ask me what exactly I did while working on jackass number two. With great pride I tell them that I was the one who designed the cock ‘n’ balls shape that Ryan Dunn branded onto Bam’s butt. Well, that and I also contributed a thatch of shaved pubic hair to Danger Ehren’s face that just so happened to include the one white hair in the bunch. I was actually rather surprised by this fact, because given the inordinate amount of salt amongst the pepper on Lance Bangs’ head, I thought for sure he’d have Old Man Winter growing in his pants.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Florida; 2006)

Yesterday’s link of the day (no longer for eternity!) took you straight to this rather half-ass list of the 22 most sensational midgets (sorry, I still can’t excuse the exclusion of Billy Barty). Accordingly, it would have made more sense to post this photo up yesterday, but I’ve been rather shortchanged in the sense department lately. Fucking economy… Anyway, this blue period in India hearkens back to a time in 1995 when we took the head of our Big Brother subscription department, painted him blue, and let him loose in the streets. Wee Man has come a long way since then, but it’s always important to remember your roots and where you came from and we did just that in India with this amazing selection of LPs. I know there’s a lot to take in and digest here, but see if your Where’s Waldo within can spot the mysterious case of “front butt” or “camel toe” going on here with one particular li’l fella.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Mumbai, India; 2006)

Most everyone knows that movies first have to pass the MPAA board of approval for ratings purposes, but did you know that movie posters have to run through this very same gauntlet as well? For example, here’s one of the many images we submitted as a potential poster for jackass number two. I thought it was fairly innocuous in nature, but evidently it wasn’t because the cryptic MPAA board deemed this image to be of an adult theme and, as such, unfit for general theater lobby viewing purposes. Strange, considering I’ve seen far worse promotional offerings from the rap and horror genres. I mean, 50 Cent can openly pack and flaunt a gun for Get Rich or Die Trying, but Steve-O can’t be used as shark bait in the Gulf Coast waters off Louisiana? Apparently issues of gun control and violence don’t threaten the upstanding moral fiber of America so much as the idea of impressionable young modern primitives stapling goofy shit onto their faces.

(photo by Sean Cliver; Gulf of Mexico; 2006)

Okay, since I treated you all to a nice long, lingering look at my post-operative scrotum, it’s only fair that I offer up a shot of Johnny Knoxville’s balls in return. Needless to say, he really hasn’t been the same man since that motorbike accident this past January…

(photo by Sean Cliver; Burbank, CA; 2006)

This is one of those things that will no doubt annoy Mister Afternoon Jr., but so it goes with the sporadically dripping historical penis of Big Brother magazine. Today has, by complete coincidence (that’s right, a “plate of shrimp” for all you Repo-philes), become all about Big Brother, so no sense shitting on the theme with something of an altogether entirely different nature. (more…)