Since I’m in a very musical mood at present, let’s take it to the stage with Wee-Man. Where you go from there is up to you, but pommes frites* are you usually a jolly good place for me—or so they seem at the time, but most thoughts (or what passes as thoughts) are purely fueled on primal instinct and little else by that sodden point. I would like to say I’ve heard that the little sticks of starch make excellent alcohol sponges, but then I also think I’ve heard they make excellent artery plugs? Oh well, half dozen of one/half dozen of the other, I suppose, especially when you’re shedding brain cells like a retriever does hair in the dead of summer. But such are the consequences to be a rock and not to roll… (more…)
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One day I sincerely hope that the world at large comes to the realization that Wildboyz really was one of the greatest shows on Earth. That’s right, Barnum & Bailey, Ringling Bros., Cecil B. Demille—they can all suck it. A lot of love, heart, and creativity went into making Wildboyz all that it could be on television, and this wasn’t always an easy case. Luckily, one of the primary functions of the show was to celebrate customs and culture all the world over, and to not do so in customary fashion would be rude to all indigenious parties involved. But beyond partying with remote naive tribes and spewing jungle juice all over the airwaves, there was a certain educational element to Wildboyz that just couldn’t be beat. Thanks to the gracious acts of Chris Pontius and Steve-O, kids may not know whether to conserve the forest or have a conversation with it, but what they do know is that no matter how small or harmless an animal may appear it will always attempt to kill you … or make love to you. Bam Margera may have already capitalized on the viva la tagline, but I honestly can’t think of better time to say: ¡Viva la Wildboyz!