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You know what would make a great title for a special? Wildboyz: Buck Naked and Fully Erect. Yeah, I know, it’s a bit loaded, maybe even a tad daunting, but I feel it works on several levels. Most importantly that of the classic evolutionary rise of Homo erectus. Anything on top of that is, as they say, pure gravy. (more…)

In Part 3 of Wildboyz Unclothed, Steve-O pretty much does just that. Well, only after a tromp through the Costa Rican rainforest to cook a steak at an active and bubbling volcanic vent—with unbleeped cusswords! But once the crew arrives at the sloth sanctuary, that’s where you really get a chance to see some wildery behind-the-scenes crap. I think we tried to prep a script-like thing for the first couple trips to South Africa and Alaska, but this was vastly ignored in the field. Wisely so, because it provided Nick Hutchings and his MTV UK crew with some prime footage of Chris Pontius and Steve-O whipping up a freestyled delivery on-site and in the thick of it (good thing those sloths weren’t going anywhere soon). The word “genius” gets tossed around a might bit to easy these days, but in this case its usage is more than warranted—it’s demanded.

Following a good night’s sleep, Chris Pontius steps into the limelight to shine like no other nature host on the animal planet. Nick Hutchings and his MTV UK crew tag along as Pontius traipses and trash talks his way through a Costa Rican zoo, revealing not only more Wildboyz behind-the-scenes magic but scenes of his behind, too. Steve-O chimes in with periodic deadpan dread from time-to-time—even when he’s busy tangling with a cadre of oversexed white-faced capuchins—and everyone’s favorite venomous snake idiot David Weathers gets jiggy with the highly dangerous Fer-de-lance.

I know, the title sounds ragingly redundant, but Wildboyz Unclothed is a behind-the-scenes special that was shot by Nick Hutchings in Costa Rica for the UK branch of MTV in early 2004. Over the next four days we’ll be rolling this out in four neat and tidy parcels to get you (and us) through the holiday break. In Part 1, you’ll briefly see an extremely tired Chris Pontius before Steve-O takes over and segues into one of his most troubling, nerve-wracking and perplexing times on Wildboyz: a bungee jump. Yes, that’s right, a bungee jump. Don’t worry, none of us understood the adverse psychological mechanics behind this one either. (more…)

Let me just say that I loved the time we spent filming the closer to jackass number two. I know some viewers were mystified by the orchestrated wonder of it all, but those really were the best of times—especially after all those quality months spent working and traveling together. There was a real sense of family and spirits were running fine, damn fine. And once we came to the end of the production rainbow for this song and dance number, well, it was rather bittersweet knowing that all would soon be over and done with. At times, yes, the song itself bordered on dreadfully monotonous throughout the days on set (not to mention that a few of the guys couldn’t hold a tune to save a drowning orphan’s life), but the lyrics still found a sentimental home to squat within. Johnny Knoxville made it no secret that he didn’t exactly want to stop filming then, and by god I didn’t really want the crazy train to pull into the station either. Stop down and return to reality? Fuck that. (more…)

Of all the early lessons to be learned from our sordid experiences on the first season of jackass, the one rule we really just couldn’t seem to get a handle on was that you can’t count on nature. Time and time again Mother Earth attempted to school us on this principle, yet we still got that fanciful quixotic hair up our ass to take another bumbling run at it. (more…)

On his cross-country move out west in 2001, Steve-O made a series of filming stops along the way in Louisiana and New Mexico. Sticking to what we stereotypically know best, we threw Steve-O into a random voodoo situation in New Orleans without really knowing what the hell was going to happen. (more…)

Through some trippy coincidence, today is not only November 17 but there’s a terrorist organization that popularly goes by the name 17 November. It’s a Greek deal, apparently, and as such it’s probably not all too dissimilar from the domestic terror groups we have here in the United States known as fraternities. (more…)

Okay, time to flush the toilet here on some transitional remnants from seasons 2 and 3 of the jackass television series that were never preserved for digital eternity. Things clinging to the bowl include: Guch getting radical on a kiddy slide in Portland, Oregon; Bam threading the needle while crossing Gay and High in West Chester, Pennsylvania; Steve-O thwocking his head on an airboat in the Everglades of Florida; and then an assortment of unorthodox jacuzzi moves by the cast at our favorite hotel destination spot in Orlando, Florida.

What is it about poo that just makes you want to pick it up an throw it at someone? The fresh warm consistency, the pungent aroma, the joy of seeing your friend panic as the butt mud sails toward them? But then I guess it all depends exactly where the fecal matter originated from. (more…)