The WBZ—the Wildboyz—were no strangers to nudity and the bizarre in their hey day. Possibly even the artfully abstract if you go by this remarkable snapshot taken on their maiden South African voyage in 2003. I want to say Chris Pontius and Steve-O were streaking with the kudu here, but in far less graceful fashion of course, and the belt really can make or break the man. One man's profession is another's reality, though, and it never ceases to amaze the circumstances in which these eccentricities can manifest in day to day life. Take this one fellow in Philadelphia, for instance. All it took was a simple car crash—okay, and maybe a few mood altering substances—for him to drop his pants, find a groove, and pleasure himself to mixed horror and delight of filming onlookers, which, if you think about it, easily could've been a hot shit clip in the jackass gumball rally special had a certain Jaguar gone awry during backseat gymnastics hour.
(Photo by Jeff Tremaine; South Africa 2003)