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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…)

Out of all the various and far-flung locales visited by the Wildboyz, the most difficult and problematic show to film by far was in their own backyard of California. We first started filming for this episode during 2003, I think, for inclusion in the first or possibly second season of the show (most likely the latter, as we wanted to squeeze in as many exotic travels upfront in the first season lest the show last no more than a single eight episode run). Any devotees to the camouflage loincloth will know that the California episode did not come out until the final season of Wildboyz in 2005. That’s how hard it was—so hard. (more…)

There are basically two popular theories of how this earth and its inhabitants came to be. On one side of the philosophical river you have the Christian-based concept: God came, he saw, he made it in six days and partied on the seventh; on the other, the “Big Bangers,” who believe big cosmic shit went down and life evolved from the after-slop. I was raised the former, eventually evolved into the latter, but now I’m not so sure about anything at all. I mean, where is all this evolution, anyway? Yeah, yeah, millions and billions of years and shit, but c’mon. (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…)

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…)

Since I’m in an Argentinian frame of mind this morning, let’s take a long, hard look at this great moment in history when Chris Pontius inadvertently brought the art of horse cum-drinking to the big screen*. (more…)

Although mildly obscure for 99.9% of the historical world, José Hernández wrote some fancy “epic poem” about gauchos that hit the big time in Argentina and caused them to pay national tribute to him on this very day. I don’t intend to get into the details of José’s poem here—primarily because it’s nowhere near as interesting to me as say Homer’s Odyssey or the anti-epic poetry of Richard Brautigan—so let’s simply say, “Good job, José!” and get on the with the Wildboyz show. (more…)