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inflatable poo for you to view

Lord knows I wonder about a lot of random shit about shit, but what if when Mike Judge was running air up Preston Lacy's bottom during the "Butt Bellows" segment from jackass 2.5, 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:

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Hollywood, California 2006)

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congratulations to dave and shawna england!

This past weekend, Mr. Dave England invited a bunch of us up to his big backyard digs in Ojai, California, to witness his marriage to Ms. Shawna Evans during the extreme heat of the day. All sweatbacks and asides though, a pleasant afternoon was had by all in attendance, including, but not limited to, Johnny Knoxville, Preston Lacy, Spike Jonze, Chris Pontius, Loomis Fall, Jeff Tremaine, Danger Ehren, Rick Kosick, Dimitry Elyashkevich, Ross Angeles, Chris Reed, Whitey McConnaughy, Trip Taylor, Mini-Loop Thor, Cordell Mansfield and Sean Cliver. Although Darf is no longer with us, many, many tales of his previous escapades were recounted, including this new one we'd never heard before where he'd allegedly appeared at a high-profile function and kept trying to peep up the dress of a local Sheriff's wife. Ah, Darf... how we don't miss you so!

Photos clockwise from top left: Ehren and Pontius share a shady moment; Dave and Shawna exit stage center; Knoxville, Spike, Loomis, Pontius, Cliver and Tremaine keep their sunny sides up; Knoxville and Preston share a hydration moment.

Photos from left: Cliver and Tremaine bookend the second most handsome man in Hollywood, Cordell Mansfield; Dimitry and Loomis bookend the most professional pooper in Hollywood, Dave England.

(Photos by Rick Kosick; Ojai, California 2013)

bring that bam beat back

Since yesterday's adventures in the third and possibly close to turd dimension went over so well, here's one last gastric blast from Will the Farter's jackass 3D past. Plus, it keeps up our poo-poo pee-pee throw-up web cred. Anyway, you may now be asking yourself, a pastor, or a Subway sandwich artist, "How exactly did Bam get from Point A to Point C in this image?" The correct answer is a beeline straight from Will's blustery bum to Bam's mouth—utilizing a cigarette as the intermediary link between the two (yes, it does appear to be a pertinent missing link as well, but it's actually inside the styrofoam cup that Danger Ehren is holding up for a closer inspection of the partially eww juice-stained filter). By the by, this very same couch still resides within the hallowed halls of Dickhouse and has probably never received a proper cleaning… just a word to all the wise that have sat and held counsel with Tremaine and Knoxville over the years!

(Photo by Sean Cliver; 2010)

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photo of the day: wee man and preston lacy

There are few places words cannot go. They are the great descriptive communicators and articulators of the world around us, but there are times, I find, when they should take a back seat to allow the image or artwork do all the interpretive work. An Instagram-ish argument could be made for that case (except for you photo-foodists... my jury is still well hung on that pursuit); however, I'm not so sure this is one such insta-occasion, because far too much is left in the air to hang like a pair of extra-elongated testicles on a dead calm Kansas day.

So what really is going on here? Well, it all started out on our last* day of principal shooting for jackass 3D. While the lap pool was being prepped for Johnny Knoxville to jet ski up, up and awry, Jeff Tremaine and Rick Kosick were running around filming behind-the-scenes interviews with the various cast for filler content on the official movie website. During one such Q&A conducted with Wee Man and Preston Lacy, I believe there was ye olde perennial banter about Tremaine being the ultimate used car salesman and how he can pretty much get anyone to do anything—even if it's against their better wishes or judgment, which, of course, brings us to this photo, where money finally did the talking to make Wee Man do the licking. To up the gag factor (just in case you needed such a thing) just know that it was sunny and warm in Malibu that day, which surely made Preston's custom Danger Ehren tramp stamp that much more salty and moist to the taste.

* The word "last" is always such a nebulous term when it comes to our filming run, because there are the inevitable days we'll need to accommodate for pick-ups, last minute flashes of brilliance, mega-budget re-shoots, and Knoxville's penchant for running into street signs.

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Malibu, California 2010)

 

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super bowel sunday and your face

you art what you eat

Okay, so I have to admit to a slight green feeling at present. No, not because I tainted my liver and its other associated innards this past St. Patrick's Day weekend (and, in truth, I only drank Ketel & Cranberries the entire time, so if any coloured thing my interior would be decorated in pure Russian red); and not because I'm anywhere near being under the weather (in fact, I feel healthy as a horse, albeit a miniature Shetland pony). No, it's a classic case of the green-eyed monster, a/k/a jealousy.

You see, I had this idea I'd wanted to do back on jackassworld.rip, where we each would try to poo one color of the rainbow. This would have been accomplished via extensive scientific digestive testing, where each of us ate foods of a singular color to see what emerged on the other end. Now if you've ever heartily eaten of the beet, you know the shocking surprise that awaits after doing so. I've been there. The first time it happened I thought I'd contracted the ebola virus and all intestinal hell was breaking out from inside me to outside me ... but then I remembered the bowl of steamed beets and several glasses of merlot I'd had the night before. Blueberries are another prime matter for scarily colored batter—black-and-blue can be the new brown-and-tan—and then there was this one day I only ate white turbinado yogurt-covered almonds and gave birth to an albino water snake that really freaked me out.

Anyway, the long and short intestinal point of all this being that some other guy went and made some arty crap of a food-based nature and I done missed the shit ship once again. Oh well!

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Orlando, Florida 2006)

happy presidents' day

Presidentially speaking, I'm tired of annualy dredging up Johnny Knoxville and his horrifying reenactment of Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address in full  "Beard of Leeches" get up, so you, too, must be equally anally tired. So, instead, let's pretend George Washington had nothing to do with a cherry tree and everything to do with an apple tree, because, well, I ain't got nothing but nothing when it comes to cherries. But apples—butt apples!—those I've got more than a barrel full* to go bobbing for with you, the loyal friends, fiends, followers, and fanatics of Dickhouse. Because who wants a boring old White House, anyway? Anyone can paint a house white, but not everyone can build a house out of dicks. It's like what former U.S. President Ronald Reagan once said, "There are no constraints on the human mind, no walls around the human spirit, no barriers to our progress except those we ourselves erect,” and that, by god, is exactly what we've done with our erections. Among other things, of course, but for now let's content ourselves with this.

* Whoops! Looks like Bob beat me to the punch bowl on this particular apple...

(Photo by Sean Cliver; 2010)

wee baby bawl vs. wee baby ball

During his extensive interviews for jackass 3.5, Jeff Tremaine made no secret of his love for dressing Wee Man up in costumes. With entirely good reason, of course, because Wee almost always looks absolutely adorable any ill demeanor be damned. Yes, I'm talking about that one particular afternoon in 2001, while filming for the last season of the TV show, when we were finally able to convince Wee Man to dress up as a big baby to be run about and into things by his jogging father Preston Lacy. Wee was nothing short of a gigantic grumpasaurus wreck that day, which only made us giggle all the more and him all the more grumpy. It was a very perverse win-win-lose-lose scenario in that we—except Wee—all enjoyed a good laugh, but we—including Wee—returned to the office with very little footage to show for the day.

Before concluding our bedtime story, please, enjoy this infantile interlude: 

It would be over four more years until we were finally able to get Wee Man back to baby basics—and succeeded in not just doing so once but twice! Unfortunately, but fortunately, Baby made a boom-boom on the first occasion during "The Poof", and on the second ... well, let's just say the re-enactment of Wee Man's birth with him coming out from under the extremely "husky" woman who guest-starred alongside John Waters in "The Magic Trick", a/k/a "Disappearing Wee", was just as near to horrifying as it sounds. But don't take my word for it, take Wee's in jackass 2.5! Th-th-that's all, folks. We now return you to your regularly scheduled online time mismanagement.

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Los Angeles, California 2001)

super bowel sunday and your face

Look, I'm just as lame as all the other companies out there trying to squeeze every ounce of marketing love juice they can get from giving the "big game" a reacharound today, but whatever. I can deal with that. Can your face, though? Preston Lacy's face might be able to, I can assure you that. I mean, how many mugs can take a direct field goal kicking shot—a professional one, mind you—and find a way to turn a quite possibly horrific frown upside down? That's the true meaning of professionalism, if you ask me. Not that you have to, or wanted to, I'm just calling the super game like I see it and that's no bowl of shit. Word.

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Winnetka, California 2010)

discounted jackass on itunes this weekend!

In functional conjunction with MTV's "Mancation Weekend" and keeping it short, fat, and to the tuna can point, this weekend you can find the entire jackass catalog on iTunes, including discounts on full seasons. Go to: iTunes.com/Jackass

Bummed on bootlegs and jonesing for authentic jackass apparel? Check out this newly updated selection of clothing articles to hide your boobs, moobs, and regrettable tattoos: http://www.popfanatics.com/search/jackass

(Photo by Sean Cliver; San Pedro, California 2010)

jackass on mtv's "mancation weekend"

Dave Carnie once put the "bromance" in our lexicon, but tonight and tomorrow MTV is putting the brogramming back into effect for its "Mancation Weekend" festivities. I've always been a sucker for official press releases, so lick this for all the fine details:

"Before settling for Sunday’s Pro Bowl, tune in to MTV’s Mancation Weekend on Friday and Saturday. The Kick-Off is 10 PM (EST) Friday with a special presentation of jackass the movie giving viewers the opportunity to live tweet on the air, followed by classic jackass episodes, Walking Tall starring Dwayne Johnson and Johnny Knoxville, and MTV2’s Guy Code.

The second half starts 3 PM (EST) Saturday with the network premiere of DodgeBall: A True Underdog Story, starring Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn, along with healthy helpings of Ridiculousness, Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory, MTV2’s Guy Code and another opportunity to live tweet on the air during jackass 3.5 at 10 PM (EST)."

Incidentally, what's funny about the photo above is not merely the fact that Wee Man is kicking himself in the forehead but that a major motion picture is being filmed with a Sony PC-10. Believe me, I'm no camera nerd, but it doesn't take a prosumer to know that this little one chip rig was strictly consumer grade and not meant for big-ass "silver screen" use. That didn't stop our monkey-asses, though, giving further credence to the credo: Don't dream it, be it.

Want more jackass? Get the entire jackass catalog, including discounts on full seasons at iTunes. Go to: iTunes.com/Jackass

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Bithlo, Florida 2002)

appearing today in the city of industry...

public appearance: pontius, ehren and preston

Heads up, hoes down! That's right, quit your backyard gardening and listen up: On Saturday, January 19, in the Year of Our Lord Twenty-Thirteen, Chris Pontius, Danger Ehren, and Preston Lacy will be making a public signing appearance at the Frank & Son Collectible Show, located at 19649 San Jose Ave. in the City of Industry, CA, between the hours of 1:30–2:30pm. Be sure to stuff your pockets with greenbacks, dead presidents, dinero, moolah, dough, duckets, scrilla, mick shrimptons, or whatever acceptable slang form of legal tender in the U.S. of A. you may have, because these autographs and photo-ops are all for cash money. So come one, come all, get just one or get them all!

P.S. The above triptych is brought to you and inspired exclusively by Hieronymus Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights. You know, just in case you were concerned about the level of cultural awareness that goes into creating such unmitigated testaments to the stupid that is and forever will be jackass. 

(All photos by Sean Cliver; 2010)

happy new year!

I don't know about you—honestly, I don't know anything about you, whoever you may be—but whenever I think of New Years I think of water-based lubricant. Gallons and gallons of water-based lubricant! Friend or foe, who knows ... who knows ... who knows ... but throw in some ropey loads of it along with top hats, diapers, and airborne dangers in the form of Wee Man and Preston Lacy, and I'm all about ringin' it in with some old gang signs. So consider 2013 rung and 2012 hung. Cheers!

Christmas bucks to burn? Throw it all in the collectible fire to obtain your out-of-print copy of jackass: 10 years of stupid, where most all of the photos seen here can be yours to physically pour poo over in the privacy of your bathroom.

(Photo by Sean Cliver; Hollywood, California 2006)

tickle the pink friday at dickhouse

Remember the first time you sat down to watch jackass number two and were first suddenly swallowed part, parcel, and package by a great gay gaping maw of rainbows and butterflies? The opening sound effect was what really made that moment special, I think, but admittedly my tendencies do run to the hills screaming for vengeance on queer metal moments. Anyway, while the rest of the world goes black barking mad this Friday, you can bask in the moist warmth that is nothing but pink here at Dickhouse. So run along now and grab one of those neat plastic cards in mom's purse or dad's wallet and let them know you care this Christmastime. Believe me, more family memories have been made watching the poo we've extruded throughout the years than any other boring holiday special to have ever been created in the history of the world. Seriously, like any angel ever received its wings when a bell rang*. What nonsense!

World Famous Dickhouse Apparel

Everyone needs to cover their body with something, right? Well, some people I wish wouldn't cover their body, but then on the other hand I'm glad so many other people do. So to make it all democratic and shit we've got an assortment of torso sheaths to do just the cover up job. With rainbows. And if that wasn't statement maker material enough, we've got the word "dickhouse" in Helvetica Bold just beneath. I mean, Dorothy Gale only wishes a big house of dicks was the one that come down from the skies above to nail the Wicked Witch of the East to the flatlands of Oz! Own one if not more today: merchmethod.com/dickhouse

 

ESPN Films 30 for 30: The Birth of Big Air

Lacking inspiration in life? Look no further than this truly heartfelt production presenting the high-flying life and times of BMX legend Mat Hoffman. Throughout his career, Mat ignored conventional limitations; instead focusing his efforts on the purity of the sport and the pursuit of "what's next." His motivations stem purely from his own ambitions, and even without endorsements, cameras, fame, and fans, Mat would still would be working to push the boundaries of gravity. Spike Jonze and Johnny Knoxville, along with director Jeff Tremaine, showcase the inner workings and exploits of the man who gave birth to "Big Air." (By the way, no true jackass fan's collection is complete without the jackass presents Mat Hoffman's Tribute to Evel Knievel DVD, in which Johnny Knoxville's urethra met its bloody match in the handlebar of a motocross bike.)

 

jackass: the lost tapes

In the online downtime between jackass 2.5 and jackass 3D, we scraped the bottom of the television tape archives and came up with all sorts of segments that went "missing" and never made it onto the jackass DVD box set. The “Self Defense Test,” “Stun Collar,” “Unicycle Poo Barf,” “Fast Food Football,” “Roller Jump,” and “Satan vs. God” (in its original long ass-kicking form!) are just some of the absurd gold that what was once lost but now is found, not to mention all the original jackass show opens and credit/outtake montages. But wait ... there's more! In addition to all the MIA television clips there's loads of bonus never-before-seen footage, including this really special moment when Dimitry Elyashkevich picked a booger from his Russian nostrils and delicately placed it on Sleep-O's mouth—and now it can be yours! Pressed, packaged, produced and preserved for dumb digital eternity.

 

jackass unrated 3-pack

It's hard to believe, but yes, we've been kicking, screaming, laughing and pooping for the past 12 years now. Wow ... when put like that it really sounds like a run of the mill description for any mental patient confined to life in a lunatic asylum circa the early 1900s. Anyway, I think this means we've jumped from one generation to the next—much like the Ebola virus jumping from monkeys to humans in Africa—and in the process picked up a whole slew of newcomers to the world of jackass. For these people there now exists this DVD 3-pack of unrated wonders to behold, cherish and share with loved ones throughout the years. Suck it, Capra!

 

The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia

What can I say about the Wild Whites that hasn't been said before? I'm sure there's something of course, but my brain is slowly but surely bowing to the fact it is 3:00am and my stomach is still grinding away the football-sized plate of Thanksgiving food I ingested earlier in the evening. In short, baby's tired and I would happily let anyone put me in a corner just so I could go to sleep and dream a little digestive dream. Yep, there goes the attention span. Oh well. But regardless of whether you're familiar with the cult classic footwork of Jesco White or not, this documentary is sure to open your eyes, drop your jaw and expose you to what director Julien Nitzberg hails as "a portrait of America's last outlaw family."

 

* Okay, except for that time on Beverly Hills 90210 when Clarence helped Miriam out and did that whole cosmic bus collision intervention. That one I totally buy 100-percent.

photo of the day: preston lacy and wee man

Does this count as a celebrity nipple slip? I sure hope so! Although, realistically speaking, that would be pretty tame for these parts. Especially when we've had full blown C&B leakage. Among other things. Well, if we're being honest—we are being honest, aren't we?—lots of things. Personally, I don't think you can get any more personal than crabby pubes and stallion batter; then again, the real rectal frontier is just a perineal ridge and lipped starfish away. Granted, if we ever do go that up clinically close and anally personal, I'm guessing it won't be received with open eyes, much less open arms. People do have their limits, after all, and only so much can be forced down the throat before diminishing returns are coughed back. Does that mean there is a science to all this nonsense? Yes, to a degree, but surely not one you could obtain as a major erudite player in the Ivy Leagues. All those college cads cop to a certain marketing savvy and flair for out of pocket evergreens stuck up their respective wheelhouses, but this is the down and dirty knowledge that can only be gained through going broke and back*. Sadly, it appears that I've just written myself into another corner of nonsense, so let's just rub one out in honor of the great white hope and call it a goddamn day because I'm still kind of pissed I didn't remember remember the 5th of November.

BVDs got you yearning for DVDs? Pick up jackass number two and leave long-lasting skidmarks on your memory today!

* Mountain not included.

(Photo by Benzo; India 2006)