Looking for that special something for that special someone who is all out of dicks and so lost without one? Ship a dick! The latest cardboard craze that's erecting cardboard sensation around the nation. Or something full and chubbed out like that. Despite all Bam-ish brand appearances/proportions from jackass number two
P.S. Double the ribbed pleasure and double down on a quality Dickhouse garment for extra dicky derring-do: http://www.merchmethod.com/dickhouse
(Photo by Sean Cliver; Florida 2006)
television show as a "baby mama" to negligent father Johnny Knoxville, her father is an art instructor, and he had a former student that did a portrait of Knoxville. See where this is going? Good, because I lost track—rather bad case of the stupids, you know. Anyway, one person contacted the next, contacted the next, contacted, the next, and the next thing you know 
in 2002. It's a well known fact his tummy doesn't handle south of the border combos that well, and our usual lags in production let him stall out far too long in the danger zone while the hardware store was being scouted and plotted for toilet pranking purposes. Granted, his being tickled and jabbed in the van by a feisty Jeff Tremaine didn't help matters much, and when the backfire came it had both bark and bite, like any well hung and no longer containable shart. Lucky for all Dave was wearing pants then. I mean, can you even imagine the pooey level of devastation had he gone Ol' Faithful while having his gooch stimulated? Talk about pop music, Armageddon, and handbaskets all rolled into hellish one!
, too, but I'll be shit-whipped if I couldn't find a single pooey photo in the entire 
archive. I know, my anus is as flabbergasted as yours, considering feces were one of the creative cornerstones of the franchise. Not a nugget was to be found, however, so I had to opt for the next best thing: this seeming mash-up of Chris Pontius's alter-egos, Garbage Man and Chico Fiesta, unconventionally yet somehow appropriately garbed in jeans. The very idea of Chris in pants is wrong to begin with—he's a natural born shorts wearer—but it works, what with the creeping thong and shirtless torso. In Mexico, no less! But it's true: whales do poop. And boy oh boy what poops they are! Just try on these 
, he actually inflated a lump of poo in Preston's intestine? I mean, that would have been really interstine, right? Anyway, if it had happened, I'm guessing—no, make that wishing, it would have looked something awesome and huge like this fecal-inspired art installation currently on display over in Hong Kong of all places:
. Peep this peek:
