An Ode to PJ Clapp

ever since i found out Jackass did their fifth and final installment of the series, i've been whipped RIGHT back into my Jackass phase and it's been absolutely consuming my mind. 

i love having something to obsess over. sometimes i get into a weird transitional period where i still enjoy the last thing but it doesn't give me the same high as the beginning. and as soon as i start to doubt if i'll get that high again, the warm embrace of a new obsession takes over me. what an exciting life i must lead if men hurting themselves is the thing that exhilarates me the most:/

i bought all the mtv seasons on iTunes, so i can have 'em FOREVERRR. i also always forget my love for Johnny Knoxville whenever i watch Jackass. i tend to see people crediting Steve-O and Ehren with being MVPs of the most extreme/gross stunts (which i def agree with, they are very much merit-worthy!), but sometimes we need to take a step back and realize that while Knoxville doesn't always do the random shits and giggles ones (or at least not as much as he used to), his reputation comes from the fact that he'll do the life-threatening ones that no one else will do. 

he's done bull stunts MULTIPLE times throughout the years: ridden them frontwards and backwards, been hit by them on a seesaw and blindfolded, and has been trampled by a herd of buffalo before. not to mention the big red rocket from Number Two, which could've easily taken him out had his leg been a few inches to the side. he's ridden jetskis into the ground, been knocked out by boxers, and done things many men were simply too afraid to do. 

dear lord, when i get to heaven, PLEASE LET ME BRING JOHNNY KNOXVILLE.