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please help out our friend marc nesbitt

We recently learned that our friend Marc Nesbitt, who we first met while working on the jackass video game in 2007 (the shot above was taken during the making of the jackass video game special for MTV), has a rare form of brain tumor called a medulloblastoma. The physical toll that the tumor and chemotherapy sessions are taking is staggering alone, but the financial aspect isn't helping matters either. To learn more about Marc and his condition, or to make a monetary contribution, please visit: http://www.marcnesbitt.com

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Los Angeles, California 2007)

big brother trash back ass man: jeff tremaine

The year was 1995. The location, New Orleans, Louisiana. The occasion, Mardi Gras. The shitbag, Jeff Tremaine. Yes, long before he was a paragon of entertainment production, Tremaine was a purveyor of filth as the Art/Editorial Director on Big Brother skateboard magazine. Saddled with said responsibilities, Tremaine was generally a slave to the mouse and not always able to participate in reindeer games with all the other staff members. However, every so often a tour of grand proportions would come along, in which case Tremaine was the first out the door, red hot and ready to rock. His finest on the road performance was, without a doubt, the Big Brother Mardi Gras tour*. He was a man possessed, fresh out of a long term relationship and ready to bottom out hard—so hard. This roll in the trash, for instance, was but one of many such antics that took place between the proving grounds of 6th Street in Austin, Texas ("Cowboy down!") and the last stand in New Orleans ("Harley down!"). If you're the type of person that loves a good quest, see if you can track down Big Brother Issue 17 for the full account of 14 random ass people—including Rob Dyrdek, Steve Berra, and Ed Templeton—and their descent into Tremaine's heart of darkness. Suck it, Brando!

This photo was also reprinted within the pages of jackass: 10 years of stupid, which can now be found on Amazon from the culo tickling out-of-print prices of $79.95–$999.99. What a bargain!

* As featured in the first Big Brother skateboard video shit (1995).

(Photo by Sean Cliver; New Orleans, Louisiana 1995)

did you really do everything kind?

LOS ANGELES, CA—In honor of all the work Rob Dyrdek has done building seven skate parks in Los Angeles, the city has deemed February 1st as "Rob Dyrdek Day". Rob wanted to make this a holiday of kindness and he asks everyone to take the day to do everything completely kind.

So, at the end of the day, can you ask yourself DYRDEK?*

Congratulations, Rob**!

* D(id)Y(ou)R(eally)D(o)E(verything)K(ind)?

** That's coming from me, personally, because at my age and interest I truly do appreciate those smooth, stepped manual pads at the North Hollywood park. Especially so since they're not squeezed in on the edge of a 12-foot deep padded-warrior dino-bowl.

an odd fucking outtake from terry's world

Remember when "double rainbows" were all the viral rage? Did that come after the "surprised kitty" or before the "sneezing panda"? Better yet, who gives a shit? By the time everyone wakes up to smell the distraction, millions of dead memes will be buried under the rubbish of a billion other self-obsessed hopes and dreams and insidious marketing rim shots not heard round the world. But every once in a while you'll find something tossed out onto the super information byways that merits a good rubbernecking, e.g. this Terry Richardson shot of Taco in officially licensed Dickhouse apparel! To find this hooded sweatshirt and more, check the full line out at: http://www.merchmethod.com/dickhouse

Fancy yourself a photo aficionado? Stifle of a fistful of giggles whenever you see FLICK in capital letters? Point, click and shoot your way over to Terry's world for a good time: http://www.terrysdiary.com

monday ups with wee man

Good morning, Dorothy. It's Monday. Monday is as Monday does, so let's ease on down the weekday road with Wee Man as he jumps and clicks his P. Lacy heels for joy against all gravitational odds. I'd like to say we have a few special things in our online plumbing works, but it's best I not promise any shit that my ass can't pass ... at least not until I feel the prominent head of a turtle touching cloth. In the meantime, while the fate of our universe hangs brains, trip on this: 1) Cue up Pink Floyd's The Dark Side Of The Moon; 2) Click Wee Man's crotch in photo above three times; 3) On the third click simultaneously hit play to start the music; 4) Continue to stare at the photo for the duration of the album until you see the suicidal ostrich hanging from a pop-tent in the background; 5) Carry on, my wayward son.

Watched any good dogs lately? Can't see the DeVito through the Schwarzenegger? Stop being such a foreigner and get your diplopic kicks with jackass 3 on Blu-ray/DVD.

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Los Angeles, California 2010)

rest in peace, mark "tex" adams

Rest in peace, Tex Adams [far left in photo]. My heart goes out to the Nitro Circus and to the rest of his family and friends.

Love,

Knoxville

The full ESPN account of Tex's tragic passing: Mark "Tex" Adams Killed in Florida

(Photo by Shanna Zablow)

shit samuel l. jackson says

For the end of the week we're going out on an Archie Bunker branch. Yep, it's another all in the family day with this video that Knate Gwaltney and Jill Kill went out and shot with bandmate Puscie Jones just last week. You may remember Knate as "That Skinny White Boy Who Blew Up Random Inflatables On The Jackass TV Show" or "That 'Amateur' Who Always Got In Rick Kosick's Shots During 'The Squid Suit'", but he's all growed up now and currently blowing up YouTube with Shit Samuel L. Jackson Says, a parody on the whole "Shit ______ Say" meme. Want to know more? Check out Knate and Puscie's band NY77 on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NY77baby

happy HIM day!

What if... Bam Margera became President of the United States? Okay, yeah, that would have to be one fuck of a parallelogram dimension, but that's the whole wacky point of hypotheticals in the first place. But if one day Bam did occupy the Oval Office, which I have no doubt would get a more medieval makeover with an interior design assist by Seth Meisterman, one of the first executive orders to come down the pike would surely be a National HIM Day (which would surely not be recognized by Arizona).

Why in God's purple mountained majesty would he do such a thing? To annoy Johnny Knoxville. Pure and simple. To show his dedication to the antagonizing cause, here's an example of one such afternoon Bam spent on the set of jackass 3D decorating the outside of Knoxville's trailer*. Sure makes me want to rip out the wings of a butterfly, how about you?

* Trailers are by no means a commonly seen thing on any jackass production scene, but in this instance we were camped out on a studio stage for an intensive week of filming the open and close. Hence an unusual amount of idle time for super-focused behaviors and the need for compartmentalized personal spaces in what had to be our largest production crew to date.

(Photos by Sean Cliver; 2010)

the danger rabbit and other horror stories

Did you know that the opening scene of the 1988 animated blockbuster Who Framed Roger Rabbit, starring Jessica Rabbit's Meyer-esque cartoon boobies, was filmed at the exact same studio later occupied by the jackass television production in 2000–2001? Well, it was, then known as Ren-Mar Studios, home of "The Cup Test", "Box Down Stairs", "Cricket Helmet" and many other rib-tickling segments, and that's all the trivia I have for you today. The rest, as you will see, is pure bone-chilling Purple Pony sex talk between Shanna, Danger Ehren and, eventually, Johnny Knoxville, who thankfully saw fit to stand in for comic relief. And oh what a relief it was, especially when Shanna stumbled upon the "Danger Rabbit" and Ehren's preferred "love-making" soundtrack. Gosh, just typing out these words gives me goosebumps and dead whore flesh, and I'm not at all what you would call an easily shocked person. Can I get a witness?

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Loss for words? Surplus of cash? Then you're definitely going to need jackass: the lost tapes, because it's the only digital home in the world where you will find the almost permanently Bermuda'd "Box Down Stairs", featuring the last remaining moments of Johnny Knoxville's back in its original working condition.

wildboyz deja vu

Everyone remembers when the Wildboyz visited giant squid expert Steve O'Shea at his house in New Zealand where they conducted an autopsy a la National Lampoon, right? If not, it was a wildery afternoon indeed in 2003, as Steve-O, Chris Pontius, and Mr. O'Shea sliced, diced, slipped, and swooned their way through two monster carcasses of the deep until at long last they found the penis (the penis ... always the penis). So imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon this astounding 180-degree flip of the exact same scenario looking all scientific and shit! Me, I prefer the punk rock DIY look of the Wildboyz endeavor, although this does have a certain je ne sais quoi if you sway to the X-File side. And yes, full disclosure, there is a part of me (the penis ... always the penis) that would've done Scully, but not until the 4th Season when she finally woke up to the realization that the cameras were rolling and she was indeed on the TV.

Clueless when it comes to any links smaller than a ballpark frank? Can't find your Wildboyz Season 1 on DVD? See O'Shea get in deep—so deep—with dead giant squids here: http://youtu.be/sA8oA4fKV3s