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news – introducing… the loomis collection, now available for purchase

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If you’re not familiar with the sexiest man in rock then you haven’t been paying attention to jackass and Wildboyz all these years. He has refereed some of Knoxville’s biggest bouts, paid his dues on the ice behind the iron curtain, received a hickey from a shady gimp, released two full-length CDs (one of which is available on iTunes), and consumed more Captain Morgan and Pop Tarts than a hundred mortal men combined. (more…)

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polaroid fucked me
Timing has never been my thing. I can't tell a joke to save my life, I am at least 30 minutes late anywhere I go
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dreamseller – the brandon novak memoir
I’ve been around skateboarding a long time now. Not as long as some, to be sure, but still long enough to have seen a few generations of skaters come and go.
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the mumbling elk
The Mumbling Elk originally appeared as an advertisement buried in the back of Big Brother issue 29 (DC Super Tour issue) in 1997.
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revolutionary jackass tape measure
The only reason this thing got made is so that I could be a “frustrated-hand model.” I love the frustrated hands in infomercials.
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proddy review: tequila pocket shots

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I puked. I’m not blaming the tequila, though. Well, I mean, it was the tequila, but it’s not uncommon for me to feel like puking after a shot of tequila. Especially the first. You know that feeling after you’ve had a couple beers and someone gives you a shot of tequila? It hits your gut and starts a bile fire, which then slowly inches its way up your throat and fills your mouth. I usually don’t have much trouble holding it back, and after that first one I’m fine, but that wasn’t the case after I had a Tequila Pocket Shot. I politely excused myself, calmly marched into Knoxville’s bathroom and barfed my brains out. I must admit the bouquet was as delightful coming up as it was going down. (more…)