jackassworld

Seven years today (or at least I think it was on the 4th of July because it sure as shit felt like it), I stood in a parking lot just across from our studio space in Hollywood waiting for Steve-O to go up in a hail of who knows what. Strapped in bandoleers of firecrackers like a Mexican pyro-bandito, he was filming a series of fireworks-oriented bits for his first foray into the self-produced DVD world and this particular stunt involved situating himself at the center of an all-out explosive inferno. All I can say is it sure beat the hell out of any fireworks displays I’d ever seen before.

Growing up you always heard that yang about cows jumping over the moon and shit, but who would’ve ever believed it. But, given the fact the promiscuous fork did run off with a slutty spoon to sire the bastard ass spork, I probably should’ve known better. Frankly, we were all still a bit surprised to see this bull take to the skies while filming the opening to jackass number two, but I’ll just chalk this ability up to their purely demonic nature. This one was so evil that while leaping over this garbage container it even managed to kick a hoof down to pop Dave England in the back of the head as he cowered directly below the airborne belly of the passing beast. Simply put, don’t fuck with bulls.

The other night I realized that all of my photos from the opening and closing segments to jackass number two were nowhere to be found. After a momentary panic I dredged them up on another hard drive—so hard—and selected one for today to post in celebration. So here is Steve-O in all his golden glory—and I do mean golden. (more…)