Was yesterday. And I missed it. Maybe you didn't? What I believe everyone hopes, though, is that whoever that lucky person is who wound up with Johnny Knoxville's custom and highly coveted pink cardigan (yes, he gave it away some time ago, gentleman that he is) made sure to wear it with all the pride it duly deserves. Few articles of clothing can say they've been simultaneously roller-danced in and chuffed by the business end of a buffalo in jackass 3D, but that particular article can and the Smithsonian should probably reserve an acid-free hanger for it if they haven't done so already. Queerer things have been archived, after all, and I can't think of a better complement to Dorothy's ruby slippers—you know, what with the raging rainbow connection and all.
P.S. To the best of my knowledge Jeff Tremaine still owns his custom pink cardigan, but I'd bet my bottom and holler he was just as clueless as me.
(Photo by Sean Cliver; Nipomo, California 2010)