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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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…)