In sequel terms this is not The Empire Strikes Back. Nor, for that matter, is it an Evil Dead 2 . But if it's anything other than The Godfather III ... that I can live with. Sometimes you just gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, and know when to open a roasted chicken joint. So let's carry on with the tour through the paneled warrens of Dickhouse, shall we?
The hills may be alive with the sound of music, but here at Dickhouse the halls are lined with photo after photo after photo of ridiculousness. How happy would you be coming to work if each and every day you exited the elevator to see Danger Ehren's mug all pubed up and ready to blow? All access, bitch! Speaking of which, Johnny Knoxville wasn't in town the week I was there, but that didn't stop me from going in his office and ... well ... I shot this photo for one (Knoxville, you can make of that what you will from there). But you may remember this cannon from such jackass 3.5 tomfoolery as "Argh, you mad at me?"
Other works of art that adorn the halls include numerous lithos courtesy of artist Sarah Green. Jeff Tremaine and Knoxville, joined at the hip—hey now!—and then Ryan Dunn graces the place where visitors sit while awaiting audience with the Emperor. And yes, that would be the entire cast and crew of jackass 3D found at the base of the rainbow. The random clothes bag ... I'm not sure. Could easily be Amanda's or Shanna's, as the dress looks much to slim-fitting for Tremaine (but the animal print is spot on).
Tune in tomorrow when this exciting, no holes barred tour of Dickhouse concludes!
(Photos by Sean Cliver; Hollywood, California 2011)