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December 2, 2008

Hello Everyone,

Today I shut down the store on my website. It was important to me to shut it down without trying to make a bunch of last-minute sales. Those shirts weren't good for much except getting kids sent home from school to change them anyways- and continuing to sell them was just a bit hypocritical. I hate charging my fans for stuff, too, so I'm very happy to be done with that crap. I love you all,


October 22, 2008

Hello Everyone,

I'm on an airplane right now, headed to Florida to visit my family, participate in a Down Syndrome fundraising event, vote for Obama, and be the "best man" at my old friend, Kev-O's, wedding. Kev-O decided to get sober long before I did, and he's been a crucial supporter for me over the last seven months.

Speaking of crucial support, I've got to thank you all, and apologize for letting so much time pass without writing anything on here. I reached a point where I felt that my thinking was so damaged that I had nothing worthwhile to offer, so I decided to take a good, long break from writing crazy messages. Thank you all for sticking with me for so long.

A few months ago, I received a piece of mail, in our mailbox at jackassworld, from a parole officer/therapist lady in the juvenile prison system. Her name is Miss Em, and her letter was something I really needed to read. It said that she followed my progress in sobriety/recovery and shared stuff about it with "her kids". She told me that I was an inspiration and asked me to write a letter to these kids who are locked up. I was so happy to read what she wrote, I got to writing to her kids right away.

The next piece of mail I received from Miss Em said that she gave my letter to one specific kid named Troy, and that it was on his wall in his cell. Troy is fifteen years old and he is going to be in prison until he is 28. Although Miss Em never expected to become emotionally attached to convicts of any age, she found that it was impossible not to. In Troy, especially, she saw a kid that got screwed over every step of the way throughout his life, did some truly horrible things, but had innocence and vulnerability inside of him that compelled her to do everything she could to help him. Included in that large envelope from Miss Em was a letter from Troy himself. I will openly admit, both of these letters made me cry. I was completely sobbing while reading them.

My next response was by e-mail and it started a correspondence between Troy, Miss Em, and myself that has made us all very close. Now, this is going to get crazy. In one of the first e-mails I got from Troy (via Miss Em's e-mail address), he described something that blew me away. I can only do justice to the genuineness of his words by sharing some of them:

…if i told you i remember being born would you think i was crazy. i remember floating above the room watching my mom deliver me. thats how i know what she looks like. you know how they say when you hear or smell something it brings you back to a memory, well when i hear leg shackels it brings be to that moment. i can hear them i dont see them but i hear her arms and legs shackled to the bed and i see the officers surrounding her and the doctors grabbing me and then suddenly i remember opening my eyes and looking up some ladys nose and thats it. its the same thing every time. no change no differences. i was floating out of my body and i did some research on this in class one day and i guess some doctors have done experiments about it and they place objects ontop of cabinets and shit and when people or kids say they remember seeing the surgery then they ask what else did you see and they would say theres was a photo of a horse or a book or wht ever and they would know that the only way they could see it is if they were out of their body. i love shit like this cuz i believe in it. it happened to me. no one had to tell me i was born in prison. i new it. …

I received this e-mail from Troy AFTER I had already decided to send him these cds I bought online (because of MySpace messages from you guys about astral projection) that are for "support of out-of-body experiences". Miss Em got him special permission to have a cd player in his cell, and he's been trying his ass off to deliberately float out of his body every since he received my first package. Well, something happened just over two weeks ago that stopped him from "practicing".

Troy got attacked by three other juveniles, and all three had weapons. His face and neck were lacerated, to the tune of 50+ staples and stitches. One of his eyes was also lacerated, and blinded. His brain was bleeding and swelling, requiring him to have an operation to put in a shunt to relieve the pressure. He was also stabbed, receiving three-inch deep wounds in both of his sides (his attackers were attempting to stab his kidneys, but, luckily, they failed).

Miss Em has kept me posted on Troy's condition and, in one e-mail titled "HE"S AWAKE!!!" she wrote this to me, and my ex-con/rehab buddy, Mike:

…This morning I received your package and I must say, you two brought tears to my eyes. Troy was so excited, gosh, I wish you could see his face. I started reading the book to him and while reading about the death of Micky's father Troy says, "it happened again". Troy had several experiences and though one could consider them coincidental, I believe they were out of body. Troy's head is completely bandaged and he said to me, "why did you give me a Mohawk?" We of coarse joked and denied any knowledge, but he insisted that he watched the doctors shave his head and explained the entire process of implanting the shunt! He said that he was standing beside himself watching and that he was able to say to himself that there was nothing to fear, he was just stepping out to watch what was happening to him, and he would be woken shortly when the procedure was over. What is your take on that? Now Ruben, Pat and I talked in great detail after hearing this and of coarse he could of heard us talking while in the "coma" state about the hair cut but how do you explain the surgery. I have to say, I was a little spooked. Troy went to sleep again and the things he talks about comes out in bits and pieces, if you know what I mean. He then says to Pat hours later that he was with you bike riding and something about water? So of coarse Pat asked if he was actually riding a bike or swimming and he said "no". He was just watching you and either you were riding a bike on a trail or near water? Ring any bells? Do you even own a bike? Do you even live or go near water?...

I immediately responded with this:

I haven't owned a car since April of 2002, when I "let the tow yard keep it". My only way to get around on my own is on my bicycle. Mike doesn't have one, but he's always borrowing one so that we can go on rides- we claim to have our own bicycle gang and that we are terribly intimidating to the very streets themselves. Last Saturday was the day that I woke up to your e-mail about Troy's "little scuffle". It was raining out, and that is quite rare here in sunny Southern California- which is why they make movies here. As soon as I read that disturbing mail about Troy getting cut and stabbed, I shared it with Mike and we set out to jump in the car to come see him. Of course, once we talked to you, that plan was off. The very next thing we did, after I shaved my head real quick, was take to the streets on our bicycles in the rain. We rode to the bookstore and bought the two copies of that book, then we rode to the Edible Arrangements store to pick out Troy's fruit arrangement. The whole time, we were freezing our asses of because we had on just t-shirts and it was raining. The streets were soaking wet and we were on bicycles riding around getting stuff for Troy. How's that for water and bicycles?

As for the surgery story, that seems to prove itself true. I don't find that spooky at all, I think it's great that Troy was able to hear his Higher Self tell him not to be afraid. The mohawk story is great, too, I love that his head is covered and he knows that he has a mohawk. If he says that he watched them do that, too, I believe it- easy.
I'm so glad Troy is doing well, if you're reading this whole e-mail to him (and I hope you are), let me tell him this: Hey bro, next time you pay me a visit, let me know you're with me. And try not to drop by when I'm jerking off or taking a crap! I'm really glad to hear these awesome stories, keep 'em coming, brother! Love,

Something that has helped me a great deal in battling my addiction to drugs and alcohol is researching OBEs (Out of Body Experiences), NDEs (Near Death Experiences), and cases of people remembering past lives (reincarnation). When I first saw footage of families talking about how their infants (generally starting around the age of two) spoke of past lives and provided specific details which, when checked out, all proved to be true- it became extremely easy to for me to accept reincarnation as reality. It's really hard to catch little kids bullshitting you. When I found out that millions of people have reported NDEs, and how generally similar their accounts are, I came to believe that evidence of the afterlife is indisputable. People have been able to accurately describe events that happened around their body while they were clinically dead, when machines registered no brain activity, after they were revived.

I have no difficulty believing Troy's stories, and my relationship with him and Miss Em has helped me in my recovery so much, I can't thank them enough. It's almost unbelievable to me that Troy has made it through everything that's happened to him and is back again to reading and writing e-mails to me. What a badass. Thanks to Miss Em and Troy for letting me share their stories and words.

I love you all,


July 8, 2008

Hello Everyone...

Hello Everyone,

I can best describe the depression that led me to check into this looney bin as "a feeling of uselessness". I was finding it impossible to forgive myself for horrible things that I've done in the past, feeling like I couldn't live up to my new expectations of myself, and like I was stuck being someone that I wasn't proud of being. Depression was kicking my ass, so I went to my doctor for help, and he told me I'd better check into this funny farm. I believe that the best treatment for just about every disease of the mind is to be of service to others, and in order for addicts to stay in recovery from addiction, they must do things that make them feel useful. I've stayed clean for four months now, but, judging by the depression that brought me to this nut house, I need to do much more in the way of being useful. What I'm getting at here is that I think I might just be able to stay clean, and live a happier, fuller life, if I come up with lots of silly little ways (or big ones) to "live usefully". One day, not long ago, when I was deliberate about thinking of others and being useful, it turned out to be a really great day for me, Ryan Simonetti, and a whole bunch of little kids. I turned my birthday into a SKATEBOARD RAGE-O-RAMA! Check it out!:

Just writing this has made me feel much better, now I think I'm going to write up a whole bunch of ridiculous ideas to usefully and ridiculously try to make the world a way radder place. I Love You All,

July 3, 2008

I’m Back In The Looney Bin...

Hello Everyone,

After seeing "Dr. Drew's Celebrity Addiction Special" on VH1 News, I figured it was time to put something out there for you all. I expected my part on that show to be much harder to watch than it wound up being. It made me want to explain a little bit of what I've been going through since I got clean, to help some of you understand how much damage drugs and alcohol have really done to me. I've now been clean for 115 days, and I'm, again, in a mental institution. I did so much cocaine, ketamine, pcp, nitrous oxide, and all sorts of other drugs, that, quite simply, my brain is fucked up. As you can probably tell by the way I'm writing this, my cognitive skills are alright, but, I frequently suffer from horrible mood swings and severe depression. Those of you who have followed my warped mind's trail on the Internet for a significant amount of time have, I'm sure, been very aware of those attributes, but, I just want you all to know that four fucking months (almost) of not touching a damn thing that a psychiatrist didn't perscribe to me hasn't changed that shit. The medication that is prescribed to me doesn't do the trick every day, let's just put it that way. I'm back in the looney bin trying to get that shit right. The bottom line is that doing drugs fucked my ass up and I'm going to be paying for it for a long time, probably for the rest of my life. Everyone's going to make their own decisions in life, but nobody needs to make the same mistakes I made. I love you all,


June 5, 2008

This Is Still My Favorite Cartoon Ever...

I really do love this thing, way to put me in my place, PCoffin! Comment away, everyone! Thoughts on 2012? Religious discussions open. Steve-O bashing extravaganza!

Lets try to make this the number 1 blog on MySpace!

I Love You All!

June 4, 2008

Why I Took Down My Last Three Blogs

When the alcohol and drugs were taken away, it was clear that they were not the problem- just a symptom of the problem.. The problem is me. If alcohol and drugs were the problem, then my life would surely straighten itself out. Well, it hasn't. What getting clean did was made me realize why I was killing myself with alcohol and drugs- because I've got so many problems going on with me. There's no denying that I am completely powerless to defeat these problems without some serious help, so I've got to do a whole lot of thinking about God- as I understand God. What I have been doing, that caused me to have horrible-ass nightmares last night, is "thinking out loud" on the Internet and, especially in that last blog, I feel I was disrespectful to the God of other people's understanding. That is why I took down those blogs. Someone asked what "Namaste" means, it means "I honor the God that is in us all". For being disrespectful, I sincerely apologize. I'm going to go ahead and take a break from being too deep on here for a while, I'll be back soon, and with a banger!

I Love You All,


P.S. Here's some footage I shot a couple weeks ago:

June 3, 2008

My New Favorite Cartoon...

Here's something I wrote to Dr. Drew today, followed by my favorite new cartoon:

How's it going? It's great to be writing an e-mail that's just to you, not ninety-plus people. Although I'm still clean, it's very debatable how close I am to becoming sober. I have good news about my court case, the vandalism charge was never filed and the cocaine possession case was deferred. I have to return in July to prove that I'm in sober living and then I won't have to go back for two years. Provided that I'll have made it that long without getting into any trouble, the case will be dismissed.

Each time I've gone to court, there have been paparazzi cameras waiting for me as I walked in and out- I've spoken to TMZ and E!, and had clips run immediately both previous times, but not today. Let me tell you why. Today, when asked how it went, after I said, "I did it!", I explained that I find it curious that my "run-of-the-mill" cocaine possession case is getting more attention than Planet X, also known as "The Fifth Sun", which is coming into our solar system to wipe virtually all life from the face of the Earth. I went on to explain that I believe I got sober so that I could really look into God, Keylontic Science, and the multi-dimensional reality of human beings. It blows me away that people are so afraid to think of God and, heaven forbid, the idea of dying, let alone within the next four years. The paparazzi footage from today appeared nowhere, all that showed up was some copy to indicate that I had plead guilty.



June 2, 2008

Call Me Nuts, But The World’s Really Gonna End...

Today, during one of my groups, we had an exercise in answering the question, "Who does your head tell you that you are?" I said that my head tells me I am a human being that is here to inspire others. I went on to explain that my methods have varied- I've served as a distraction from troubles, as a negative (and positive) influence, and as a thought-provoker of sorts.

It is commonly said that absolutely nothing happens in God's universe for no reason, and I've come to believe that wholeheartedly. I've read that, as spirits, we choose our human parents, based on the genetic make-up that best serves the task we decided to take on in our human life. I believe that my Higher Self, or my Oversoul, chose my parents, specifically, because I am here to play a vital role in the rebirth of humanity as it will exist in the Fifth World, multi-dimensionally.

To many, I'm sure this sounds nuts, but, to play the role that I must play, I must be perceived as nuts.. To have accomplished that, I couldn't have chosen my parents better. My Mother had the intelligence, sense of humor, and social skills of a goddess, and her entire family tree is, and was, shrouded in the disease of addiction, literally, virtually every leaf upon it. Dad's family tree bore the fruits of academia- all phd's, master's degrees, zoologists, and the like. Dad was the first in his lineage to "break the mold", he became a businessman. Dad was more than successful, he is possibly the most fiercely motivated man I've ever known. He would ensure, despite my life-long struggles with addiction, that I be well-educated and that he lend me the business-savy to guarantee that I become very successful in my humor-oriented, addiction-based, and psychopathic career. The very career which brought me the notoriety (for being nuts) that I need to reach enough people, and get through to the right ones, to accomplish my task.

The following comes from the Keylontic Dictionary:

Family Tree of Consciousness
Last update:
September 25, 2006

(Higher Self)
The structure of the 6 primary levels of Multidimensional Identity represents a literal Family Tree of Consciousness through which all humans are connected to each other, all other life forms, the Universes, the Cosmos and Source Mind – one Mind ("God" or God-Source)
The 6 primary levels of Identity are:
1) The Incarnate Identity – Tauren (See: Incarnate Matrix)
2) The Soul Identity – Dora (See: Soul Matrix)
3) The Oversoul Identity – Teura (See: Oversoul Matrix)
4) The Avatar Identity – Dolar (See: Dolar Matrix)
5) The Rishi Identity – Solar (See: Solar Matrix)
6) The Gemantic Entity – Geomancy (See: Yunasai Matrix)

(Commonly referred as the Higher Self)

From the perspective of the Incarnate Identity (HU-1) the process of evolution is the process of incorporation all 6 levels of multi-dimensional identity into the conscious cognition of "I am…"
(See: Density Levels)
The first step in awakening multi-dimensional identity is to bring the Soul Matrix (the HU-2 Superconscious Mind) into conscious recognition within the biologically focused personality. This process is called Soul Integration.
(See: Stair Step Creation)
(Voyagers I – Page 137)
Learning to connect to you Higher Self is very, very important if you want to be responsible for your own evolutionary process and get answers to the many questions you may have during the ascension process. Tapping into the Soul Matrix is the first step. Knowing that you are the member of a Family Tree of Consciousness and that the fact that you exist implies that there are 11 other physical incarnates beings in different time-space locations as part of your Soul. Your soul is a plural with 12 faces and is part of a larger identity called the Oversoul that is composed of 12 souls – each with their 12 incarnate identities, so you are dealing with 144 incarnates in your immediate Oversoul family.

Let me thank you all, so much, for the support I got from reading your replies to the blog I posted yesterday. here's something I wrote to my family today:

From reading replies to yesterday's blog, and discussing in groups and with Tom, I believe I've worked through my fear of God. God is Prime Creator, the ultimate parent, and what parent is not forgiving? Furthermore, to achieve sobriety, I must pray to God to remove my fears- how can I pray to that which I fear... TO REMOVE MY FEARS!!! For today, my idea of "being saved" is of forgiving myself for the wrongs I have done. My new perspective on being happy is in learning to like myself, by doing what I can to make my amends for that which has caused the guilt and the shame that burdens, which led me to punish myself with drugs and alcohol. When we take away the drugs and alcohol, indeed, we find that they were never the problem, rather, the problem is we do not know who we are, or how to like ourselves, so we seek an escape from reality. Dad, when you asked me what the difference is between "clean" and "sober" I said something about clean meaning that you can pass a drug test and not set off a breathalyzer, while sober means that you have peace of mind. I think that's about right, and I just want you guys to know that I'm praying for peace of mind. Love you lots,

Now, about this "world ending" business. Until now, I've left the number 2012 out of it, but that is, indeed, what's going on here:



June 1, 2008

I’ve Got Lots Of Apologizing To Do

I went to sleep last night, just like I woke up this morning, fearing God- for all of the wrong I've done in this human life. I used to think of "being saved" as some kind of joke, like you could just be laying on your deathbed after a life of doing things that you knew damn well were wrong, then say some half-assed prayer accepting "The Lord Somebody-Or-Other" as your "Savior" and you'd be perfectly fine once you had passed on. For those of you who don't believe that we all exist eternally in other dimensions as non-human entities, look up the "Pleiadians".

I believe it is obvious that this human existence is a test, to see how we will perform with free will, the ability to make our own choices. The Pleiadians describe our existence as a task that our other-dimensional selves agreed to take on, during the most difficult of times, despite the fact that it involved forgetting what it is. I don't want to seem like I'm pretending to know a whole lot, because I don't, I just know that I'm carrying a bunch of guilt for wrong that I've done, and that I need to do something about it all before humanity becomes extinct as we know it.

The clock is ticking. It wasn't a big deal to wipe out dinosaurs and, with the way that we were put here to disrespect this planet, it's resources, and the life on it, our virtual extinction surely seems to be part of a much bigger plan. The signs are now, and have been, everywhere. From what I gather it is the "Fifth Sun", or "Planet X" that is headed for our solar system to end the "Fourth World", and bring about the beginning of the "Fifth World". As I understand it, the approach of Planet X is responsible for the hurricanes, tsunamis, cyclones, earthquakes and other Earth changes that we refer to as "disasters". Just as we had other-dimensional help to go from bashing two rocks together in a cave to building Stonehenge and the Great Pyramids overnight, we have been helped to ensure that World War 3 involves enough nuclear fallout to ensure that the job is done on schedule.

It is not time to become afraid of the end of your human life, that is as natural as a leaf dying in the fall. It is, however, time think of "being saved". It doesn't matter what you name or God, or what religion you follow, it simply matters that you follow it for the right reason- to right the wrongs of your past… To Be Good…

I Love You All,

P.S. I don't understand how, or why, more people aren't discussing this, but, let's not forget that famine will be EVERYONE'S problem, REAL SOON. Here's why:

Ecological Apocalypse: Why Are All The Bees Dying?
2007 04 10
By Paul Joseph Watson

GM, toxic chemicals, chemtrails destroying eco-system, threatening very survival of humanity

The alarming decline in bee populations across the United States and Europe represents a potential ecological apocalypse, an environmental catastrophe that could collapse the food chain and wipe out humanity. Who and what is behind this flagrant abuse of the eco-system?

Many people don't realize the vital role bees play in maintaining a balanced eco-system. According to experts, if bees were to become extinct then humanity would perish after just four years.

"If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man," said Albert Einstein.

Reports that bee populations are declining at rates of up to 80% in areas of the U.S. and Europe should set alarm bells ringing and demand immediate action on behalf of environmental organizations. Experts are calling the worrying trend "colony collapse disorder" or CCD.

"Bee numbers on parts of the east coast and in Texas have fallen by more than 70 percent, while California has seen colonies drop by 30 to 60 percent," reports AFP.

"Approximately 40 percent of my 2,000 colonies are currently dead and this is the greatest winter colony mortality I have ever experienced in my 30 years of beekeeping," apiarist Gene Brandi, from the California State Beekeepers Association, told Congress recently.

The article states that U.S. bee colonies have been dropping since 1980 and the number of beekeepers have halved.

Scientists are thus far stumped as to what is causing the decline, ruling out parasites but leaning towards some kind of new toxin or chemical used in agriculture as being responsible. "Experts believe that the large-scale use of genetically modified plants in the US could be a factor," reports Germany's Spiegal Online.

Bee populations throughout Germany have simultaneously dropped 25% and up to 80% in some areas. Poland, Switzerland and Spain are reporting similar declines. Studies have shown that bees are not dying in the hive, something is causing them to lose their sense of orientation so that they cannot return to the hive. Depleted hives are not being raided for their honey by other insects, which normally happens when bees naturally die in the winter, clearly suggesting some kind of poisonous toxin is driving them away.

"In many cases, scientists have found evidence of almost all known bee viruses in the few surviving bees found in the hives after most have disappeared. Some had five or six infections at the same time and were infested with fungi -- a sign, experts say, that the insects' immune system may have collapsed."

A study at the University of Jena from 2001 to 2004 showed that toxins from a genetically modified maize variant designed to repel insects, when combined with a parasite, resulted in a "significantly stronger decline in the number of bees" than normal.

"According to Hans-Hinrich Kaatz, a professor at the University of Halle in eastern Germany and the director of the study, the bacterial toxin in the genetically modified corn may have "altered the surface of the bee's intestines, sufficiently weakening the bees to allow the parasites to gain entry -- or perhaps it was the other way around. We don't know."

Kaatz was desperate to continue his studies but funding was cut off.

While we are lectured by government to change our lifestyle and cough up more taxes for the supposed peril of man-made global warming, an environmental catastrophe that could eliminate the human race in the figurative blink of an eye is looming.

Why are major environmental groups and lobbyists ignoring this mammoth threat to our very existence? Where is Greenpeace?

The hyperbole surrounding man-made global warming is swallowing up all the attention while real dangers like the rapid die-off of bee populations and its link to GM food is largely shunned by governments and activist foundations.

Is it a stretch to hypothesize that government mandated spraying of crops with deadly chemicals as well as toxic substances contained in chemtrails could be part of a deliberate program to eliminate the bee population? Or is this just another example of big business flagrantly abusing the eco-system in order to drive up profits?

The elite have publicly stated their desire to significantly reduce world population on numerous occasions. Just yesterday we featured a story about a British Government Ministry of Defence report that postulated on the future use of bio-weapons to thin the human population in under 30 years.

Making bees all but extinct would be a swift and plausibly deniable method of enacting global population reduction long dreamed of by the maniacal sociopaths that control the world.

Either way, this issue represents an overwhelming threat to the food chain and an environmental crime of the highest order, for which the perpetrators need to be brought up on charges of accessories to genocide, and the chemicals responsible immediately banned.

Please circulate this article to environmental groups and demand they investigate who and what is killing our bees!

May 9

Please Try This At Home...

Today marks sixty days of abstinence from mind-altering substances for me, so I decided to treat myself to what makes me the happiest- I got together with my beloved Jen Moore and filmed something to share with you all. I don't want to ruin the surprises that I have in store with my new projects, so I chose to perform and share a very low-impact trick (it can't even be called a "stunt") that I learned so long ago I can't even remember who it was that taught it to me. I encourage everyone to try it at home and leave a comment on here to let me know how many attempts it took you to succeed. Remember, there is no such thing as a failure who keeps trying! I do read your comments, and I'd like to thank everyone for the support I've received. I've learned that it's important to love everyone, even people that you don't like, so let me thank everyone for everything. Woohoo! I've come to believe that I was put on this planet for a reason, to screw up really badly, figure that out, then go on to do some good stuff as a result. We'll see what happens. I love you all, good luck with this trick:


April 27, 2008

Everybody Loves A Man Of Mystery...

Hello Everyone,

I woke up recently feeling like I was doing everything for the benefit of the masses (or those who cared enough to pay attention), and needed to concern myself less with constantly posting stuff on the Internet and more with my own business. At no point in time did it occur to me that I would stop filming ridiculous footage. I made a mental note to make sure that I "step up my game", so that I can win a bet I made, by proving that alcohol and drugs never made me more creative, talented, or crazy of a sumbitch. I knew that I wanted to focus on staying sober, film really great stuff on the weekends, and not leak everything all of the time with a bunch of manic bullshit (the way I've done in the recent past). I felt it was important to do these things and, I do believe, everybody loves a "man of mystery".

I took down all of the clips (except for one) that I've posted on YouTube, to be arranged into a project that will follow Steve-O: Paparazzi Stuntman. The name I'm thinking of for that project is Bonkers: Steve-O's Journey To And From Rock Bottom. Those of you who have been following my blogs and clips for some time are well aware that there is no shortage, whatsoever, of my journey to "rock bottom". Even though you'll have seen much of the footage before, you won't have seen the footage of me, my family, my friends, and medical professionals (wink, wink) reacting to it. You will also not have seen what I shot last weekend, this weekend, or what I will be doing as shooting continues. I am on an absolute mission to win my bet and, to properly do so, my sober journey from rock bottom must completely clobber my drunk and drugged up journey to it. Those of you that enjoy the more painful work I've done will be very pleased with what I did today. Ouch.

It looks like I have an official release date for my Universal Records rap album. It's called Steve-O: Hard As A Rock, and I'm hearing good things about a June 24th release. The whole album was recorded during what can truly be considered my "tragic decline" and, at this point, I consider it to be a "public service announcement". Paparazzi Stuntman still has no release date, but that's because it's such a gargantuan project and I've truly had much work to do to prepare it for release. It is the result of me spending almost four entire years running around with a video camera, invading the privacy of major celebrities, and inundating them with my stunts and antics. I've really kept Paparazzi Stuntman "up my sleeve", it is an absolute monster, and, now, it's time to let everyone know that it is coming. Everyone, please, enjoy this new trailer for it:

I have come to realize that there is no "middle of the road" for me. At this point, it's either completely sober or totally fallen apart, the disease of addiction takes no steps backwards. I really don't want to pick up where I left off, so, for now, I'm going to get back to working on sobriety, and healing up from today's activity. I love you all,


April 13, 2008

Steve-O Is Officially Cuckoo

Someone on the Internet pointed out that keeping track of the stuff I was posting, which I wrote and filmed before I was committed to the psychiatric ward, was difficult. They described it as watching me implode. A number of others were equally candid in their criticism of my extremely negative attitude and temper tantrums. While all of that was going on, I was so out of my mind that I was convinced I was perfectly sane. Now that I have abstained from the use of all mind-altering substances for just over a month, I feel compelled to sincerely thank those of you who offered that very honest and much needed criticism. I was in such a bad place, I can only describe it as "on the bring of a black hole." I'm genuinely thankful for all of you. Your support means the world to me. With all of you in mind, I've spent this past week preparing to hit the streets, once again, with my new buddy Chandler. We haven't even done it yet, but we are now ready. I've been approved for my pass, so, without further ado, let the fun begin!

I Love You All,

P.S. Dear Chandler and Family,
Thank you all so much for such a fantastic day. There's no way all of that could've happened without you guys. I can't wait to see the photos! Thanks again, guys!

April 6, 2008

Hollywood Will Eat You Alive

Today was the first time I left rehab with my main goal being to shoot footage. All I wanted to do was skateboard on the stars of Hollywood’s Walk Of Fame. A bunch of people came out and I was worried that the day would turn into a nightmare because I couldn’t spend time with everyone, skate, and worry about filming all at the same time. I was the only one that was ever worried and, right when my attitude took a turn for the worse, a kid came running up to me for an autograph that absolutely made my day.

Thank you for making today so special for me and everyone I was with. I really meant those words I wrote on your new shoes. Really, thank you, bro!

April 5, 2008

I’m Not Gonna Stop Hurting Myself

I’ve always felt pretty comfortable believing that nobody should consider me to be a bad person because I’ve never made a habit of physically harming anyone but myself. I have some major amends to make for verbal and emotional attacks on my loved ones, but I can say that it has been comforting to feel as though the good I’ve done has outweighed the bad. The more I think of it, I really have to make amends for the wrong I’ve done. That’s coming up in my life soon, right now I’m talking about the good stuff. When someone sees me staple my nuts, or any of the other more idiotic things I’ve done, I like to think that they are distracted from their own problems. The idea of making people’s problems go away, even temporarily, makes me feel really good. The world can certainly be a very shitty place, and to be able to distract people from that fact makes me proud. Lately, however, I’ve realized that I can do better. I can do better than to consider myself a success for slowly committing suicide with drugs and alcohol while frequently getting naked, urinating everywhere, stapling my genitals, and vomiting so much that doctors gasp at the sight of my esophagus. Only those of you who have been devoted enough to me as fans to read what I write on the Internet even know that I have any intelligence whatsoever. I think a great many of you, as well as all of those who truly love me, would agree that I have been selling myself incredibly short and can, indeed, do much better. I feel like there are a bunch of people out there who look up to me for bad reasons, because I became successful for being an alcoholic drug addict that hurt myself a lot to amuse others. I am not saying that I will stop hurting myself to amuse people, I still have major mortality issues. What I am saying, however, is what drives me to achieve sobriety is the idea of giving people a chance to look up to me for good reasons. I have come to believe, absolutely, i the fact that our consciousness continues to evolve after our present bodies are deceased, and the importance of living a good life is greater to me than I can express. I want to make this world a better place and have chosen to do so by living what I consider to be a good life. I wish to lead by example, which is why I no longer contribute to the suffering of animals. I will not eat or wear any parts of the bodies of dead animals (correction: I eat fish). I could make a list of the things I choose to do, but, rther than do that, I will just leave you with the following statement: I am hopeful that I will make you all proud.

I Love You All,

P.S. Thank you all for supporting me the way you do...

April 1, 2008

The Chicken And The Egg

"What came first, the chicken, or the egg?" I believe
it is fairly obvious that this question is based on an
assumption that there must have been a beginning of
Time. I’ve thought about it before and arrived at the
conclusion that it is equally ridiculous to assume
that Time has a beginning and an end as it was for the
first people to take sail on the seas to fear falling
off the end of the world. The egg came from the
chicken and the chicken came from the egg, so, is it
not obvious that neither could have come first, and
that, just like the three dimensional world and
everything in it, Time is round and not linear? Many
of us believe that when we die everything ends for us.
This is simply not true. Our consciousness continues
to evolve after we leave this physical form. All you
have to do is take a cursory look into NDE’s (Near Death
Experiences) to find that people in deep comas have
been able to describe leaving their body, as well as
accurately describe the room their body was in, as
well as the details of the appearance of each
individual in that room. I encourage anyone with
doubts to look into it. The reason I am writing this
is because the idea of people believing that our
consciousness is not eternal (essentially, round)
bothers me. We have every reason to live good lives,
to strive rigorously for good karma. Prime Creator has
quite the sense of humor, Love is the only answer, and
Time will never run out,
nor will you fall off the end of it...

I Love You All,


March 31, 2008

Troubled Jackass Sinks To New Low

I am excited to say that I finally got to see the infamous
photos of me snorting drugs off that hot chick’s legs.
It turns out that they were taken hours after I was
informed that I wasn’t, in fact, going to be getting married. It’s
also very apparent, from just a glance at the photos, that that
hot chick had positioned her legs in such a manner
that really didn’t leave me many other options for places to
snort drugs from. I truly can’t remember a blink of it, not even vaguely,
but, it looked like the chick was hot as hell, and that
it’s just a plain drag that her face was blurred in
the photos. If anyone on this list knows her, please
extend to her my warmest thanks, it seemed to me like
we were getting along famously. I don’t consider those
photos to be very damaging to me at all, at least not
compared to my "Crack Cocaine" video.

By the way, US Weekly, I’ve never actually smoked
crack before, that was PCP I was smoking in that
video. Now, it’s time to move on to the most damaging
material of all, at least the most damage my nose has
sustained as a result of any single isolated incident.
For all of the geniuses that write all of the witty
articles in the press, I’ve actually taken the liberty
to craft my own headlines for the stories that are
sure to come from the following clip:

"Fallen Television Star Sinks To New Low With Shoelace":
"Troubled Jackass Finds Humor In Uni-Nostril":
"Steve-O’s Tragic Decline Leads To Threading Nose With Shoestring":


I Love You All,

March 29, 2008

Damaging Material

I keep reading in the press about "damaging
photographs" which were taken of me before I decided
to get clean. I wonder what the geniuses who write
articles in the media will find more damaging, alleged
photos of me snorting white powder, footage I
personally put out of myself with white powder caked
all over my nostrils (which garnered over a million
views on YouTube in just over a week), or the footage
Johnny Knoxville filmed of me yesterday. I’m not even
going to say what Johnny filmed me doing yesterday,
but, I will say two things. It will certainly "get ’em
talking", and, I changed my mind, I’m not saying
anything else. Ha ha ha ha ha!!! Thanks again for
pulling me off the bench, Johnny! Oh yeah, to the rest
of my dear jackass family, if any of you wise guys
come up with any plans to not leak the footage Johnny
filmed yesterday, I’ll have you know that I will
definitely do it again. And it will hurt me. No reason
to lock me up for that threat, I’m already locked up!
Ha ha ha ha ha!!! I love you all,


P.S. Like I said, the entire, 51-minute-long,
completely uncensored"Making Of The Album DVD",
is available as a free bonus dvd with the purchase of
"Steve-O: The Dumbest Asshole In Hip-Hop"
at (shipping is free in the USA).
Here’s how it begins:

March 27, 2008

Something I Do Not Appreciate

I have always been a very candid individual,
especially when it comes to the media. There is no
reason, and never has been any reason, for the press
to write stuff about me that is not true. The stories
that are circulating right now about me being at some
party hitting on random girls and asking to snort
drugs from their breasts are not true at all. I will
be the first to admit that I’ve snorted all kinds of
drugs, in all sorts of situations, but I take offense
to claims that I was running around hitting on random
women at a time when I was under the impression that I
was engaged to be married. I know many of you who are
in receipt of this message from me work in the media,
and I would greatly appreciate it if you would squash
this dishonest journalism. These stories are so
untrue, they place me at a party hitting on women when
I was locked up in the looney bin. I’m a tough guy,
with very thick skin, but that doesn’t mean I take
kindly to being lied about, especially when it comes
to behavior that took place after I asked someone to
marry me and before I was informed, by the girl I
asked to marry me, that she had completely changed her
mind about getting married. Feel free to write
whatever you want about me being rejected by my
fiance, because that is true, but, please, don’t lie
about me. I like to consider myself to be exciting
enough that dishonesty is not required to get a story
out of me. Thanks, I love you all,


P.S. My mixtape, Steve-O: The Dumbest Asshole In
Hip-Hop, is scorching-hot in the streets right now,
and available at It comes with the
51-minute long, completely uncensored, "Making Of The
Album DVD", which Universal Records absolutely hates.
Please piss off Universal Records by buying my
mixtape, shipping is free in the USA...

March 21, 2008

It’s Time To Stop Lying And Cheating...

It’s time to stop doing anything that you don’t want
everyone, and I mean, literally, everyone, to know
that you have done. Call it a hunch, but, I believe
that the time for us humans to be seeing through only
two eyes and thinking with individual minds is
EXTREMELY limited (i.e. only until 2012, when the Age
Of Aquarius Begins). Here is something that I just
read on the Internet while doing Higher Power research
for rehab:

"The Age of Aquarius, or water-bearer, in their
opinion, marks the time when the collective
consciousness of Mankind will be elevated and the
esoteric knowledge of God will be made available to
all humankind. Then and only then, according to that
belief, the new "Golden Age of Aquarius" will begin
anew, and the "New Heaven and New Earth" will begin."-

Now I would like to share a very entertaining video
clip, loaded with bullshit about religion, but
perfectly factual with regards to astrology. I believe
that all of the research any of you care to do will
support my belief that the astrological end of this
extremely entertaining video is completely correct.
About the paradigm shift of 2012, if I’m wrong, that’s
fine with me, after all, I’m bipolar, with manias for
days! I’m just saying, "be real careful, don’t
misbehave, that’s all you gotta know to be Saved!"...
check out 2012, and, here’s the astrology video:

Night! Night! I Love You All...


March 20, 2008

You Should All Know I Am In Rehab


1) Mom was very alcoholic, and I feel that is a gross
understatement. I’d love to say that I first took to
alcohol out of affection for my mother (there was
never any shortage of that for me) but I think the
truth is that I was always powerless over it. I know I
was always powerless over alcoholism, because it had
such a grip on Mom’s adulthood and my childhood, and I
never chose to fight it. Until now. Dad was a
corporate executive whose job required the family to
travel the world fairly extensively and both Mom and
Dad were quite self conscious of how they were
perceived by others. We were frequently on airplanes
and, before Mom and Dad would find themselves in the
embarrassing position of being caught by other
passengers with a crying baby, I was fed alcohol.
Obviously I don’t have recollections from the time
when I was a baby, so this account is pieced together
from vague memories of being told stories that are
similar or exactly the same. Mom’s alcoholism truly
reared its ugly head when I was eight and nine years
old, it was in 1983 that she lied to the family about
having lymph node cancer so that she would have an
explanation for staying in bed drunk at all hours. I
forgave my Mom very easily for her act of dishonesty,
my love for her was unconditional. At this point in my
life I find myself hoping that I will be able to
forgive myself for similarly selfish acts that my own
addiction led me to commit. I can’t believe I just
called out my own dead Mom for what’s surely the worst
lie she ever told. I also can’t believe I ever picked
up my first drink on my own after the way alcohol
ruined her life. God, I miss my Mom. I think I was
eight years old when I was introduced to the family
tradition of children partaking in an alcoholic
beverage of their choice, just one, only on New Year’s
Eve, each year. I think it was right away that I knew
I wasn’t interested in beer, rather that I wanted
scotch whiskey. I can’t really remember, after all,
what alcoholic remembers the first drink they picked
up. The first time I vomited from truly drinking "too
much" alcohol, I was twelve years old, that I’m quite
sure of. I’m also quite sure that everything I
remember taking interest in from childhood, and
onwards, I poured myself into with an unhealthy
"excessive/compulsive" attitude about it. Baseball.
Heavy metal music. Skateboarding. Drinking. Drugs. Oh
yeah, and the video camera...

2) I didn’t first try marijuana (it was actually hash
the first time) because I randomly bumped into it. I
tried it because I had made a decision to find it. I
tried it again the day after that, as I recall, and, I
believe the next day as well. Overnight, when I had
just turned sixteen years old, I became a
"stoner/druggie." Shortly thereafter, I was taking LSD
on a regular basis. It was my prerogative to try just
about any drug I could get my hands on. It is not my
intention to glorify my history as a drug abuser with
elaborate stories about having sex in lavatories on
airplanes after snorting amphetamines off the toilet
at the tender age of seventeen. I will simply say that
when I was interviewed about it all upon checking into
this rehab facility, it became frighteningly clear to
me how lucky I am to still have any chance whatsoever
at leading a happy, fulfilling, and meaningful life. I
am so lucky, there is no doubt in my mind that I have
a Higher Power that is incredibly interested in me


1) The first time I made an effort to stop drinking,
because I was an alcoholic, I was eighteen years old.
I recall looking up Alcoholics Anonymous, but not
making it to any meetings, and after, perhaps (I can’t
remember exactly), nineteen days of not drinking, back
to back, doing the same number of vodka shots back to
back. Mom forced me into a rehab facility when I was
twenty years old (she was sober at the time, I was in
jail, and going to rehab was my only chance to see
sunlight before court). Sobriety lasted for two and a
half months after the sun’s rays met my face, and it
ended as brutally as it had when I was eighteen.

2) Although I mentioned amphetamines, and can’t say
that I’ve not accepted them on numerous occasions
(especially in pill form), I’ve never purchased them
(correction-bought the pills once) or sought them out
when I wasn’t aware of their immediate presence. I’ve
never smoked crack before (despise the fictitious rap
song I wrote about smoking crack), but, powder cocaine
is an entirely different story. I have been aware of
significant problems that snorting powder cocaine has
caused in my life for many years now, and, on numerous
occasions, made efforts to give up the habit, with
varied success. The longest I was able to abstain was
one year and six days, the second longest was roughly
six months, and, you get the idea.


1) The abusive behavior that I feel will haunt me for
the rest of my life can be summed up by the words
"verbal and emotional attacks on my loved ones." As
I’ve expressed before for this behavior, and only this
behavior, I fear punishment by my Higher Power.

2) I have done a great deal to damage my mind and
body. Like I said, I am beyond fortunate to have this
chance at salvaging a happy, fulfilling, and
meaningful life. My luck will not last with continued
use of alcohol and drugs that are not prescribed to me
by doctors that are aware of my addictions.


1) I believe that I was chosen by my Higher
Power/Guardian Angels, and led to the spiritual path
which I am currently on. I try not to ask of God,
rather, to work for what it is I want, and communicate
with God only in "Thank You’s." For my Higher Power I
am more grateful than I could possibly express.

2) I used to consider myself agnostic, as recently as
September of 2006. I now consider myself, well,
"spiritual," actually, let me say, "Thankful..."


1) I’ve already covered the communication problems
with family members and expressed that I fear
punishment for such problems.

2) I’ve communicated to you all before that I , fairly
recently got on both knees and proposed marriage to a
girlfriend, in front of her Grandma. I also
communicated that she later expressed that she
completely changed her mind about getting married. Now
I am in recovery and do not have a significant other.
My friends are still my friends, but also understand
that my health requires that I not be around drugs and


1) I do not have poor self esteem or anxiety issues.

2) While I do have guilt issues related to past
behavior, I am too excited about my future behavior
and the prospect of becoming a healthy parent to let
them remain an obstacle.


1) I’ve never had problems making it to work or
getting paid--the nature of my work almost embraced my

2) There were jobs that I showed up to in absolutely
horrible shape, and some of them ended prematurely due
to that fact.


1) I have no financial problems.

2) I have no second financial example.


1) While under the influence of drugs and alcohol, my
behavior is so impossible to predict, it is
unbelievable. I don’t know where to begin, anyone who
has known me for so much as a couple of months, shit,
even the police offices who arrested me this month can
tell you that I’ve got to be the craziest mutherfukker
they’ve ever laid eyes on.

2) Really, I’m not trying to "toot my own horn," it’s
time for me to "hang up my hat," to "throw in the
towel," it’s time for me to "call it quits."


1) I haven’t mentioned nitrous oxide, the drug I
"fiend" for, by far, the most. I used to inhale this
gas by the cartridge, specifically, by the case (a
case containing 600 cartridges). I would call a taxi
to come bring me, to pick up a case, and be searching
under my mattress for cartridges while awaiting its
arrival. When it did arrive, I would bring my
cartridge dispenser in the taxi and be dispensing the
gas into my lungs for the entire ride home from the
pick-up. When I say that I feel I was chosen by
Guardian Angels, I say that quite literally. I had a
number of not-at-all-subtle experiences that indicated
to me that I had to give up the nitrous oxide, and
did, six months ago.

2) Another drug that I haven’t mentioned is ketamine.
It is also a drug that I had not-at-all-subtle
experiences on. Enough said.


At this point,
All you fucking things are good for is dying. I’m not
ready to die. I’m ready to live. I’m ready to breathe
(properly, even). I’m ready to fall in love. I’m ready
to become ready to start a family. I’m ready to be
happy, fulfilled and meaningful. Maybe I’ll see you
fukkers if and/or when I’m ready to die.


March 18, 2008

Trying To Look My Best While I’m At My Worst

Pretty wild to wait until you’re hidden away in the
"nut house" to become self-conscious about the way you
look. But here I am, with "Mint Julep Masque" caked
onto my face, with hopes that it will tone down the
wrinkles that have set into my skin. Each morning I
join my fellow looney tunes in filing into our
"activity room" for our "grooming group." When I first
sat down to treat myself to a shave, I felt
unfortunate to be peering into the magnifying side of
the portable make-up mirror that was issued to me for
the session. I had never seen the toll that my years
have taken on my flesh so vividly. At first, I was
genuinely upset, especially for noticing all of the
grey hairs that the magnifying mirror revealed. I
spoke up about it to another patient, a man to my
left, named Barker. He is a lawyer who came to the
ward because he attempted suicide by slashing his arms
and wrists, so severely that they are currently held
together with sutures and staples. Barker is a great
guy. I can’t possibly imagine how such a sensible man
could find life to be not worth living. I said
something to Barker about how, even though it is hard
to realize the gross imperfection my years have led
to, that I wouldn’t trade them in for anything, Barker
did not hesitate for a second before stating, "It’s
not like you could, even if you wanted to..." Our
conversation quickly turned to a discussion of notable
movie stars who became increasingly successful,
despite "deterioration of appearance." The best
example we spoke of, in my opinion, was Robert
Redford. After all, not only did he co-star in that
movie with the younger and more attractive Brad Pitt,
but, I believe he directed, produced, wrote, or all of
the above, and, all by himself, as well, and that’s
with deeper wrinkles than Jack Nicholson and Robert
DeNiro put together! After my conversation with
Barker, at lunch, he came up to me and said something
about me finding "the right role" in a movie, and
becoming the next Humphrey Bogart. I still maintain
that I am far too proud of being myself to wish to
pretend to be another person, so, pursuing a
mainstream acting career, at least for the time being,
is out of the question (HAHAHA!!! I’m in the looney
bin!!! Of course it’s out of the question!!!). I am,
indeed, very proud to be exactly who I am,
imperfections and all. As a matter of fact, I look
forward to the deterioration of my appearance over
future years, with hopes of giggling, in old age, at
the thought of how truly ugly I will have become.
Speaking of "ugly" check out the brush with the law
that went down after I forgot to teach Big Regg how to

I Love You All,

March 14, 2008

Just When You Thought This Week Couldn’t Get Wilder

I have very frequently expressed that I look up, very
much, to Ozzy Osbourne, because of the fact that I
feel he was "deliberately misunderstood." I believe
that it is endlessly interesting how I perceive the
"Price of Darkness" to have "seen the light." Ozzy’s
first album, "Blizzard of Oz" is an absolute
masterpiece, in my opinion. If you ask me, all answers
to religious questions can be found in the lyrics to
the song "I Don’t Know," from that very album. The
insight of Ozzy Osbourne is immeasurable, the way I
see it. I, also, strive to be misunderstood.

I have been on a spiritual mission and, gradually,
have come to realize that I have a deeper agenda in
this life than to make people giggle at my random acts
of silliness, such as breaking bones and shoving
things up my butt. There is more to me than the act of
scrotum-stapling. Believe it or not, the only "A" I
got during my brief stint as a student at University
of Miami was in Philosophy. The Greek philosophers,
Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates, all predated the birth
of Jesus Christ by over five hundred years and
established that matter does not exist (barring our
perception of it) and that we are all nothing more
than the imaginations of ourselves. With a proper
understanding of this reality, it is possible to
imagine dimensions beyond the three in which we feel
trapped. Before being committed to the "funny farm" I
only contemplated the 4th and 5th dimensions. My idea
of the 4th dimension was of a place where Time is not
linear and everyone is confronted by the actions of
themselves and everyone else-good and bad. In the 4th
dimension, I pictured every cheating wife/husband
joining in witnessing their infidelity with their
spouse, everyone bearing witness to every selfish act
ever committed and every selfless act as well. With
this in mind, I had pictured the 5th dimension to be
something of a "VIP room." It turns out that there is
no such thing as coincidence ("That is for damn
sure..." -NLR) and I came to this psychiatric ward to
find out (from fellow pescetarian, NLR) that "The
Agenda" is "deep." There are, actually, no less than
nine dimensions. Of course, I don’t want to get too
heavy with "dimension talk." For those of you that are
interested in hearing from entities that exist in
other dimension, I present you with the word:

For those of you who want to hear a filthy rap song I
recorded with Big Regg after I forgot to teach him how
to juggle, here you go:

"The Gutter Lane"

Also, keep in mind, there is PLENTY more footage from
that day (when I woke up behind bars) and it includes
another awesome brush with the law that I still can’t

I Love You All,

March 13, 2008

You Should All Know I’m In The Looney Bin

"They call it "code 5150," that means "psycho,"
legally, fuckin bat-shit, certifiably. I’m outta my
mind, believe-you-me. How’d I get this way? How can
this be? It’s gotten so bad there’s nothing left of
me." -Steve-O

Those words were written during a "low." Before the
day when Johnny Knoxville, Jeff Tremaine, Big Regg,
Swizz, Rick Kosick, Dimitry Elyaschevich, Cordell
Mansfield, and Trip Taylor came to my home and,
physcially, forced me into the hospital (where I was
placed on a 5150 "hold’), I had thought of "bipolar"
as a "good" thing. I rationally deduced that, with our
time in this life being so limited, it was productive
to stick to nothing but extremely high "highs", and
extremely low "lows." ANYTHING but to "crash on the
rocks of mediocrity." I figured that, since I am an
extraordinarily "tough" individual, I could handle it,
and my legacy would be comprised of only that which
could be described as "intense." After four days in a
psychiatric ward (a.k.a. "looney bin," a.k.a.
"cuckoo’s nest") it has dawned on me that a great
deal of what I produced, while on narcotics-induced
"highs," was a bunch of manic bullshit that made
little-to-no sense and, furthermore, was devastating
to those who love me the most. At this point, I am no
longer "5150-status" (which was the three-day "hold"
on me, resulting from suicidal behavior). I am now
"5250-status" (which means that the "hold" has been
extended to 14 days, for the exact same reasons). I’m
not getting out of this "insane asylum" any time in
the immediate future, so, I’m going to learn as much
from the experience as possible. So far, I’ve figured
out that I did a great deal of damage to my brain by
abusing drugs and, now that they’ve all worn off, I’m
facing the consequences. I suppose it is an ironic
"eye for an eye" situation that I am in, coping with
the lowest "lows" that I’ve ever experienced-as a form
of punishment for the emotional distress that I have
put my loved ones through with the self-destructive
behavior that led me here.

I already know that I will be handing these pages over
to my beautiful assistant, Jen Moore, during our next
visitation, and instructing her to share them with as
many people as possible on the Internet (rather than
try to sell a "juicy" story to the tabloid press for
profit). I hope that I haven’t disappointed too many
of my fans. Actually, ya know what? Anyone that is
disappointed by any of these words really doesn’t
matter to me. I’ve harmed myself to no end for those
people (at the expense of my loved ones), and look
where it got me.

Now, what do I have to add? The research I did into
the immortality of the soul, the end of life in our
current bodies, and the 4th dimension, was, by no
means a bunch of bullshit. I could stand before you
all and say very similar words.

Remember, everyone,
"Be real careful, don’t misbehave...
That’s all you gotta know to be saved..."

I Love You All,

P.S. I’m really in the looney bin, but I think it was
TJ that read my mind. Is that right, are you TJ? Maybe
I’m wrong...

March 2, 2008

bad news, for many...

I remember, one day in 1996, trying to read the bible
with an open mind. I couldn't get past the first page,
I recall being revolted by the idea that I was
supposed to believe that God just said, "Let There Be
Light", and then the Sun and Universe Came Into
Existence. Turns out that that is exactly what

God was alone in the dark, and thought that that
sucked. Then God started to giggle at the thought of a
way to be amused, and improve at the same time. God
began to laugh, harder and harder, as the thought
turned into a real plan. "What If I Let Every Cell In
My Body Think, As Individuals, Each, That It's Name
Was ME?", God thought, laughing, harder than ever.
"This Is Going To Be Great! I'll Put Every Cell In My
Body To The Ultimate Test, Each One Will Think For
Itself!" And God said, "Let There Be Light!"

So, here we are, and God is testing us. Our strongest
instinct is to survive, and we know we are going to
die. I always thought that our very existence was a
cruel prank on us. Now I know that it is a test.

I don't like to refer to God as a He or a She, and
certainly not as an It. God is what ever you want to
name God, and any religion can work for you, as long
as you know to be Good. This will all come as horrible
news for those "people of God" who do things that they
know are wrong, and think that they have been "getting
away with it". My name is Steve-O, my nation is "The
World", and my religion is "To Do Good".

We are accountable for everything that we do, say, or
even think, and all the activity we are responsible
for is eternal, and waiting for us to answer to it—-
In the Fourth Dimension. Time. We are not in the
Fourth Dimension yet, we don't get there until we die.
For now, we are, essentially, "glued down", which is
why can still be foolish enough to believe that Time
is linear. When we die, we become "un-glued" and float
as one, in everything we've ever done. Ever heard of
"Your Life Flashing Before Your Eyes?" Now, I ask of
you, what's the worst thing you ever did?

I Love You All,


February 29, 2008

One Hellacious Feb. 29th,,, A...K...A... LEAP YEAR!!!

Considering That I Had an "extra" Day On My Hands, You
Know... February 29th, The 366th Day Of Each Fourth
Year, and, Since The Number 4 Is Known To "some" As
"unlucky"--- I DECIDED ON HAVING GOOD LUCK!!! Hell, My
Bro, Bryan Gillooly, The Former National Diving
Champion Of The USA, Was Born On Leap Year, And He's
Always Been Very Fortunate--- Talk About "THE FOUNTAIN
OF YOUTH"!!! Speaking Of Youth, "Biblical Jesus" Will
Soon Have To Respect Me As His Elder, Unless, That Is,
He Really "Came Back" To Live Longer. No Disrespect TO
ANYONE, I'm Just Saying That, I'm Fixing To Make My
"Gods" Proud Of Me--- I've Decided On Outliving Jesus,
And Getting Higher Ratings Than Ozzy (and the rest of
the osbournes). Just To Be A Dickhead (I Mean
"House")--- I'm Gonna Go Ahead And Do Two Totally
Radical Things:

1. Skip The Boring Boardroom Meeting, And, Very
Simply, "demand my own television series on mtv"...
2. Practically Cough Up The Answer To Yesterday's
"riddle", Because I Can't Recall Liking "riddles".
Here's An Idea Of How My "Clock" Works=== All Of These
Fuckers (AND The "Miracle Mug", AND "One For The
Riddler") Went Down On February 29th:::---!!!LEAP
"Whose Pussy Shall I Eat To Get A Series On MTV???
Lauren Dolgen, Please, "Respondez Vouz, Sil Vous
Plais", ASAP!!! "The Boss Cracker" Wants To Know!!!
Specifically, I Challenge You To Even Try To Deny That
Proof That This Is The Case, And, To Make You Happy.

Really, For All The Money I Threw Around, I Did All Of
That For Fun, And, Didn't Spend A Dime. Here's How You
Make "One Plus One Equal Three", Fuck A Pilot, I'll
Just Serve You The Whole First Season For Free!!! You
Know I Can Do It Too, Remember How GREG KAPLAN Saved My
Complete. Time To Get Back To Work... What Did You Do
Yesterday, And, Are You Ready For A Day Like That To
End??? NOT ME!!! Woohoo!!! Love You All,


February 29, 2008

One For The Riddler...

Look When The MAGIC Below Happened... Is That The
Correct Time?Or... NOT? I Can't Say... If I Did, All
Of Our Clocks Might Match!!!

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 16:24:58 -0800

Love You All,

February 29, 2008

Dear Family...

Dear Family,
We, all of us, are being "tested" by God. This is a
fact. I am a Good Man. My Religion Is To Do Good. My
Nation Is The World. God Is One. I really mean it when
I say that the only fear I have is of being punished
for the way I my deliberate actions have made my Loved
Ones worry. I remember thinking that Life was a prank
on us, that our existence was inherently malicious,
because of awareness that it will end. The only A that
I earned during my first year at university was in
Philosophy. I got a kick out of the fact that we have
such a strong case to argue that matter does not exist
at all, that only imaginations exist. There is only
one time I recall you saying to me, "That is a good
question"-- when I asked how anyone could be "saved"
before the birth of Jesus. That is one of my Top Three
Proudest Moments. I used to think that any God that
indiscriminately doled out terminal illness to babies,
and bed sores to virtuous women, would have to have
"clocked out", be an asshole, or not exist. Not true.
I also used to believe that it would be arrogant to
assume that, in the Big Picture, that we are all
important enough to warrant a "judge and jury", but,
again, I was wrong. We are completely accountable for
our actions. All of them. I recently visited my
childhood friend, Abdalla, and asked him how he could
possibly interpret the suffering that Mom endured for
her last five years and he said, those of us who are
good, that know right from wrong, get tested the
hardest. That is considerably beyond harsh. I would
like to believe that our senses are easily manipulated
and that Mom only suffered in OUR minds, to light a
major fire under our asses. I was close to Mom and we
found joy in the shittiest of times. The last time Mom
really laughed was when she saw the words "shit" and
"fuck" freshly tattooed knuckles", she repeated both
words many times, and that is simply a great memory.
Mom had a "do not resuscitate" order on her bed that
day, and we still found something to laugh about. That
is amazing. I believe that the "meaning of life" is as
simple as picking one, and that the "purpose of life"
is to have lived the life you want to be proud of when
it ends. Laughing beats the shit out of crying, and
ambition is exponentially preferable to fear. I
remember the first time I asked you, "How scared of
death are you?" being a long time ago, and remember
you sharing your belief that some of us are fearful to
the very end, while others arrive peacefully. Death is
nothing to be afraid of, think about it, Dad, if being
dead sucked, then EVERYBODY'S SCREWED! I believe in
Quality Of Life and hate the idea of us both losing
ANY of it to fear or pessimism, when neither are
necessary. I've been really working my ass off to be a
good thing that happened in this world, and the "good
out-weighing the bad" doesn't satisfy me. I want
everything to be good. I can't imagine anyone who has
kicked more ass than me, and I'm just getting started.
I've run out of ideas to appease and comfort you-- I
went to every doctor there is, just for you, and made
those rounds three times in the last year and a half,
only to be told that I'm perfectly healthy. I went to
a psychiatrist, for no reason other than to improve
your Quality Of Life, and, literally, "If it's not
broken, don't fix it." I want you and Cindy to be in
my life, but, I see very transparently that neither of
you are "getting me". I am MISUNDERSTOOD FOR A
ever to be dead, and I never planned on letting that
fact bother me. It's like this, Dad, when there are
too many fans wanting photos to deal with, I think of
a day when nobody wants photos anymore, and it becomes
a JOY to be mobbed. When anything sucks, I turn it
into fun, one way or another. Remember, MY KNUCKLES!!!
You raised me to call it
the way I see it. This is how I see it, Viacom tried
to sue YouTube for Internet content, AND LOST. I don't
understand how you found a way to discourage me from
FANS FOR FREE ON THE INTERNET. That's what made me
write this, and, it had to be this long, so that I
could be over with it. You sold tobacco for a living,
which causes cancer. Joyousness is the only proven
cure of cancer, and I sell what I sell. I love you,
Dad, that's why I'm so adamant that you lighten up!


February 28, 2008


I Believe That We Are All Supposed To Be In THIS LIFE
Promised My Family That I Would Try My Best To Make
The World A Better Place, That's Why There Is A New
Sheriff In Town, AND I AM A MAN OF MY WORD. Please,
Watch, And Enjoy The Clip Below...

From Jen Moore:

I love this one! That guy was great! Thanks for
kicking so much ass Greg! Way to get the footage,

February 27, 2008

Steve-O Goes Religious... Really!!!

I Wrote The Raddest E-Mail Of My Life Yesterday. And
ASSHOLE. I'm Going Religious On Your Ass Now... Enjoy!

Love You ALL,


February 26, 2008

The Raddest E-Mail I’ve Ever Written...

I've Got An IDEA! I Think It's Fantastic! Get Paid To
Give Away Footage That Is DRASTIC!!! O-Footage For
Free? That Sounds Like MAGIC!!! We Neeeeeeedddd To
Call Annie-- And Brag About It-- That's What I Say, We
Are Gonna Do It OUR OWN FUCKIN WAY!!! Every Fucking
NOT HAVE TO PAY! Take That>>> Gene Simmons, Turns Out
THAT YOU ARE NOT THE MAN, I Have Got Love For My Fans,
You only care about dollars and scams... Your Art Is A
Sham!!! Thing is, I'm no idiot either, I figured out
how to get paid for giving shit away for FREE, TO MY
MySpace FAMILY! Now, I Announce, And, VERY PROUDLY,
That My Free Shit Will Now Download Quickly!
WOOOOOHOOOOO!!! That's It, From Here On Out, I Really
Love What I'm Talkin' About, I AM IN THE ZONE --WHERE
I DON'T SPEAK-- I SHOUT!!! So, It's jackassworld vs.
so, let's begin to count money, I get paid from all
I leave it to you, and, With Full Faith, I Put My
Trust In You... haha.... BallBag Inc. FUCKIN RULES!!!

Before I Drop This HOT NEW CLIP, Here's Gene Simmon's
Personal Cell Phone Number, Man, If I Wasn't Married,
Your Hot, Underage Daughter Would Be My Fluffer!!!
HAHAHAHA!!! I Won't EVEN Say How I Got Your Number,
Let Alone So Damn Quick, Just, Please, EVERYONE-- Call
MANIC IS THE SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!~!~!:

Gene Simmons Cell Number: 1 310 446 0235

...I now COMMAND YOU-- DO NOT watch this clip-- unless
you've already called gene simmons-- and told him, (or
left a message),

Oh yeah, I'm back in LA, and the cops got me, RIGHT

I have left no reasonable doubt, that I am what
Hollywood's talkin about, now, I become another
Angel... to make gene pout:

1 888 446 0235

Love You ALL,


February 26, 2008

I Gave Howard Stern What He Loves...

This morning on Howard Stern, I probably really upset
a lot of people, well, I definitely did. Every time I
go to see Howard, I RAISE THE BAR. Howard loves
controversy, I slaughtered MANY "sacrificial lambs"
for Howard (the "Body Snatcher"), and treated myself
to a plug for each on. Sorry, if this upsets you, but,
right before I went there, I told you, "Now I gotta go
hand Howard's ass to him. " Everyone else that this
upsets, go ahead and understand that Dad raised me to
"call it the way I see it"... I'm not sorry for shit,
and I don't give a fuck about anyone's "legal
department", listen close, and, enjoy! Thanks,

Howard Stern 2/25/08:

Now, lot's of people heard that, but, not many people
are watching MTV AT 2AM, so, I proudly bring you the
first "Ressurection":

Yo MTV Raps 1:

The "Second Ressurection" is UN-FUCKING BELIEVABLE, I

Yo MTV Raps w/ Beavis & Butthead:

Now, because I worked SO FUCKING HARD TO MAKE MY RAP
PROJECT A MONSTER, here's my message to many people on

Message to Andrew & Sylvia:

Love you all,


February 25, 2008

Why I Am "Dirty Jesus"...

Ol' Dirty Bastard was "Baby Jesus" Because He Squashed
Welfare Checks.
I'm "Dirty Jesus" Because I Squashed The "N-Bomb",
Really, I Did, Check It Out, This Is A Top Of The Line
Production, Hell, It's The Beginning Of A New Era:

Love You All,


February 24, 2008

My Reason For "Big and Rob" Beef...

Those two, at some point, stole my director, OUR
Jackass Director, Jeff Tremaine. I can't thank you,
and Knox, enough for letting me rule, but, I can give
you something to "beam about":

Love you all,


P.S. I'm so stoked we all got together to BRING BACK

P.P.S. For the love of skateboarding,
listen to what I did with Jayne Deaux!
Welcome to the team, baby!!!

February 22, 2008

Horrible News for Rob & Big

February 21, 2008

UH OH...


"Spit On My Dick

Love You All,


P.S. Really, IT'S ALL OVER NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.P.S. I'll be there by ten, Knox!!!

February 20, 2008

Grandma Knows Best...

Always one to take credit for being a great guy, I
can't help but share the Wise words of my new
Grandmother. You can see her in the video clip below
Her words:

Dear Steve - this is for you as you are the one that
took it into your hands to visit.

Thank you for being so caring that you took the time
out of your busy schedule to visit an old lady to
alleviate her concerns about her beloved
grand-daughter. I could see by your actions how much
you care for Brittany and the way that you looked
after her during the trip.

I also noted the loving care you showed to the
children, Dillon, Chloe and Breena. By the time you
left you had them all over you. Dillon is immitating
you, Chloe watched how you handled the fans and Breena
smothered you with kisses. Even my dog loves you, he
seems depressed now that you are gone.

I only have one word of advice that I think you should
heed. I have told each of my sons this (don't know
how much attention they paid to it) but it is just a
word to the wise. Whenever you have a disagreement
with Brittany (and you will, you're both human) don't
say anything in the heat of the moment that you will
regret. Bite your tongue! My Mom and Dad would go
back to day one with their grievances and it made it
twice as bad.

Also, to this day I remember what Dick said to me in
anger that he didn't mean but I remember this better
than the loving things he said. Brian was a handful
at four and he was driving us to distraction. Dick
told him if he didn't straighten up he was going to
put him in a closet. (You can realize how far Brian
had driven him, Dick was a gentle man). This then
made me angry and I told him he would put that child
in a clost over my dead body. He replied, "That can
be arranged." So, word of advice, bite your tongue!

SO, again I want to take this opportunity to thank you
for your loving nature to all of us. You seemed to
absorb what was wrong and tried to make it right. For
this I love you and wish that you and Brittany have a
good life together.

Love to you both, Grandma

Here's the clip:

And, here's how hot my Wife is:

Love you all,

February 18, 2008

How To Earn Two Hundred Thousand Dollars, Real Quick...

Hey Everyone,
Try to find dishonesty in this. I ain't no liar, and,
I could, very well, be the "Big Dick Drink Guy"! For
real, there is now a healthy soft drink/beverage that
promises to work like Viagra! Woohoo! It's called
"EXTENZE"!!! This link, that you now have the
exclusive opportunity to click on, is so FUCKING
GENIUS, it just might seal My "200K In One Day" deal!
Hell, with my agents in control of this clip, I'd say
we'll have that deal inked by the end of this week!
Now, without further ado, ENJOY!:

Love you all,


February 17, 2008

I Wasn’t Going To Do This...

It is beyond important to me that you guys, my
immediate family members, view the following two
clips, and not discuss them with others who are not in
this loop (Our "Circle Of Trust"). This may seem
crazy, but it has to be that way, you'll soon know
why, so, stick with me! Nobody can be taught or told
to really understand that "God" is the "Sum Of Life",
that we are "One", "Quidam", that each of us,
ultimately, are cells in the Body Of God. Very few of
us ever learn to Love the "Sum Of Life", as a Whole,
more than we love ourselves. Most people are crippled
morally, by selfishness, and fail "God's Test" by
doing wrong to others, purposely, to benefit
themselves. In other words, most people have no sense
of "One-Ness". The fail "God's Test". "Life" is that
very test/game. We were given the ability to make our
own decisions, and presented with temptation, powerful
temptation, to do wrong-- to care only about
ourselves. Shedding "egoism" leads to "God
Consciousness". In simple terms, I have experienced
"God", and I'm taking a very major risk by writing
about it. Secrecy must be enforced, and will, but
let's not make that require consequences-- "Angels"
(i.e. "Upper Forces") deliberately and proactively ensure that
secrecy is protected by forcing the "Enlightened" to exhibit
extremely disturbing behavior. To prevent the
"Godless" from knowing of the rewards that self-less
living can bestow upon the "God Conscious", the
"Enlightened" are forced to behave SO strangely that
NOBODY could possibly, ever believe their attempts to
describe it or share knowledge of it. It has been made
impossible to describe, however, I REALLY need you all
to pay very close attention to these two video clips:

And, I need the rest of the World to believe that I'm
nuts, or Angels will force me to use my Power to do
wrong. Big time. Love you lots, ALL OF YOU,


February 16, 2008

Valentines Day AKA The Worst Day Ever

Having worked to alleviate the suffering of animals for as long as I have, of course I can't sit in this conversation quietly! Steve-O, I've had the great pleasure of knowing you for about 2 years now. In that 2 years, you have worked closely with me to bring animal issues to the forefront- whether it be speaking out against circuses that abuse animals or posing in ad campaigns to speak out against the wretched fur industry which continues to anally electrocute and skin animals alive for their pelts.

Choosing to eat vegetarian, albeit a big lifestyle change, is the easiest thing an individual can do stop the suffering of animals on today's "modern day" factory farms. And it just happens to be great for the environment and for your health! Cows don't like to have their limbs chopped off without painkillers, pigs don't like to be castrated and skinned alive, and chickens don't like to have their throats slit and have their feathers removed in boiling water. While people are a lot different from farm animals in the sense that we have the capacity to make choices, they are the same as us in the sense that they have the capacity to want to live a life without pain and suffering.
The great news is, Steve-O, that if you're a fan of Burger King- you can still go! BK Veggie Burgers are the shit! I'm having vegan Big Mac's and BBQ rib sandwiches at my place next week so I'd love to have you over. You too, Big Regg!

Steve-O, thanks for continuing to make the World a better place for people and for the animals we share it with.



You Can Open A Door For Someone...
...But You Can't Force Them To Choose To Walk Through It.
Before I inform you all that this e-mail will leave
you with the chance/challenge of reducing the World's
pain and suffering (read on, and you will "Get It"O,
let me tell you how my Valentine's Day went . I
woke up on February 14th feeling peculiarly, and
uncomfortably grumpy (i.e. counterproductive). As I realized it
was Valentine's day, "grumpy and counterproductive"
turned into "pissed the fuck off" -- because I
love my Wife EVERY DAY, and take, passionately,
offense to the idea of conformity (i.e. being told
that a calendar day, which is best known for MASSACRE,
requires MORE love, i.e. I'm being
accused of Loving my Wife throughout
every OTHER calendar day. Bullshit. Fuckin' A
Bull-Fuckin-Shit. Then I had had a fleeting, foggy daydream
about buying my Wife a diamond ring to represent our
"Cycle Of Love". Those thoughts, quickly, turned into
a "me v.s. me" debate over how an "I'm Married Ring"
from a 25 cent "temptation machine" that sits
near the exit of every "super" market, to test our
willingness to disrespect the body/property of God,
and mock our selfish materialsim, would be received by
my Wife . Then
I started thinking of how much it would cost to make
that diamond "real", and, immediately, it dawned on me
that my Love is Priceless. Fuck diamonds, and fuck
Valentine's day, for disrespecting the OTHER 364 days
of my Love love it's "supposed" to represent. Fuck Thanksgiving,
too, for making the "Godless" feel entitled to be ungrateful,
unappreciative, and, scoff at the OTHER 364 days that
we should ALL be EQUALLY Thankful for. To cleanse
myself of this cancerous grump-fest that our misguided, evil
"Holidays" forced on me, let me say, "Fuck Birthdays",
as well, for making us older then the OTHER 364 days
we didn't "Start Dying" on. And, Fuck "Colombus Day" for
glorifying greed, and genocide, for so much as one second, let
alone 24 hours. Fuck money, too, all it takes is five
minutes of researching Canada's books of history to
find out that George Washington was, easily, as evil
as the money his upon which his image is permanently
displayed. I retained that truth, about America's first
president, from my otherwise useless stint as a
student in seventh grade at a "rich kid school", in Toronto--
where every student wore a green blazer and a plaid
tie. Dad said that no kid in History, probably ever,
behaved so badly in such a school, let alone succeeded
in forcing the "Powers That Be" to let him drop out, only to
enroll in a public school where-- the word "education" fails
to pertain to it's existence. That place was worthless. I
like it when "Enlightened" people talk of regretting nothing they
ever did, except failing to drop out of junior
high school sooner (my Son curses himself for making
it through seventh grade-- I Praise
him for dropping out in the eighth). Education is very
different from "Learning". Now, it's time for everyone
to Learn something really, really important. You see,
as the 13th of February became
the 14th, I was immersed in researching the Meaning of

"Enlightenment", i.e. "God Consciousness". It first
struck me as a "bummer" when I realized that I cannot
eat the meat of an animal that
can feel pain and suffering, EVER AGAIN. Not just
mammals, birds are "off limits, too. That which
lives in the Sea is fine to eat. it's called
"Seafood" because, if you can See it, and capture it,
you can Eat It. For those of you thinking that makes
me a "hypocrite", remember what Jesus Saved The World
With: Bread And Two Fuckin Fish, Dude, So, There.
Sushi just started tasting much better and Soy
Burgers are "What's Up". If every Human walked through
this Door, we, together, would officially end famine.
That is Fact. Now, many of you are
probably thinking that I'm "crazy", or "manic", i.e.
suffering from some sort of "mental illness". Not
true, but, if ANY of you, EVER AGAIN, eat the CORPSE
of an animal that died in fear, pain, and suffering, you
will be swallowing shit that will not pass through
you, or ever be digested. You will be keeping evil,
depression, death, fear, anxiety, pain, suffering,
agony, and all kinds of other toxic shit-- FOREVER.
Now, for me to Open The Door for those of you that
didn't pull a "Tony Hawk" on these important words--
my Man, Ben Loka, is "Enlightened", to those who continue to eat
meat after witnessing the miniscule fraction of His
Wisdom, which is just a click on the link below away,
all I can say is, "You Are What You Eat, Pal, And, I
Wish You Well... In Fucking Hell":

Love you all, Really, ALL OF YOU,


P.S. Welcome to the "rad e-mail list", Ben, and check
out how cool being "bipolar" turned out to be!
Actually, I'll get to that later. Thanks for saving so
many animals, Ben, and, thanks to the "Massacre Day"
falling on the day that I promised to perform on stage
for PETA-- and announced that I chose to love every
animal and human on V-Day, not myself, or my desires.
I'm a fuckin veggie-vegan-I-don't-fuckin-know -what,
but, it feels Great!

February 14, 2008

Meet My New Comrade...

A rap artist that is, like me, signed to Universal Records-- Lil' Eazy. For those of you who know nothing about rap, Lil' Eazy is the son of the late, great Eazy-E. We just got off the phone and set the 26th day of this month to record "Suck My Dick, Bitch", a song about blowjobs saving the World. Now, I've heard back from Tommy Lee (NOT LARS, WHAT THE FUCK, LARS?), but he's out of town and I can't confirm his availability. If your guys' handlers, Tommy and Lars, are frowning on the idea of joining me and Lil' Eazy on this track, tell them that they are being disrespectful to the memory of Eazy-E, and, they're stupid, because my album has a track that I recorded with Fame to pay homage to the late, great ODB, I have another song I recorded with M.O.P., I have a song I recorded with B-Real to show respect to Cypress Hill, I have a song I recorded with Kool G Rap, I have a song with Daz and Kurupt (EVER HEARD OF THA DOGG POUND?), and I have another song with D Jukes. The producers of my album are Red Spyda, Apex, Fame, Jeekyman, Mike Nitty, TMon, and B-Real. My album is no fucking joke, and I need a famous drummer. So, those who handle me, please reach out to Travis Barker-- if Lars and Tommy both continue to flake out on me. The day this track gets recorded is the 26th of this month, and, it's going down. Let's stop slouching, everyone, because Lil' Eazy ain't no joke, and I want him on my album, with Big Regg, who was signed to Eazy's label, but never dropped-- because Eazy died. This song is meant to be, so, let's make it happen. Thanks. Also, check this out, Lil' Eazy, my music videos all kick ass, too. Universal doesn't like this, that's why I'm leaking it:

Love you all,
P.S. Check out, Lil' Eazy, I believe it will get you very excited about my rap album. Really good talking to you, brutha...

February 13, 2008

Teaching My Son The Value Of Money...

You have to get a license to catch a fucking fish,
but, any old asshole can have kids, be shitty parents,
and the government even pays them cash bonuses for
each additional bastard child they have-- and neglect.
I believe in good parenting, that's why my Wife and I
adopted a Son. To teach him Values:

Love you all,

February 12, 2008

Now I’m Married With An Adopted Child...

Practically true, even though my Wife and I aren't
married on paper, and our "adopted" Son has just
turned 18. The kid's name is Paul, he skates with me
and Simonetti for BallBag skateboards. He's hurt
pretty badly from filming stunts he's just not capable
of, so Simonetti and I decided to hook him up with
some footage. I'm also practically sober in this
wonderful piece, and we just finished it . Rog, let me
know if you're happy with my usage of your BB-Gun hit
in this masterpiece of a clip, it's of my unofficially adopted son
(a.k.a. "rookie"), Simonetti, and me:

I'm just going to keep filming my own shit, like
fuckin Oprah-- until I hear back from Bunim/Murray
about that company doing the right thing.

Love you all,

P.S. Check out my hot wife!

February 12, 2008

To Everyone That’s Worried About My Drug Abuse...

I don't tell anyone else what they "gotta" do. Ever.
If I can help it. I hate giving orders, ALMOST as much
as I hate taking them. So, suck my fucking dick if you
don't like my lifestyle-- I HAPPEN TO BE VERY FUCKING
PROUD OF IT. I'm also really proud of Ryan Simonetti.
Here's why:

Love you all,

February 11, 2008

Hey Everybody, Meet My New Landlord!

Yo Tommy,

Before I put this rap album out, I need to have a song
on it that pays homage to the late, great Eazy-E. A
song about blowjobs saving the World. To make that
song I need a very famous drummer. I've thrown this
idea at both you and Lars Ulrich, both of you are
slouching. Let's pick a damn day and do it, you won't
believe how I am in the studio, I'm fuckin "Bonkers",
check out the time I met my new landlord (leasing
manager dude) in the wake of a recent neighbor war:

Love you all,

P.S. Nikki, care to slap some bass on a song about
blowjobs saving the World, to pay homage to the late,
great Eazy-E?

February 9, 2008

Buckle Your Seatbelts...

While I'm handing people's asses out, like a real
gangster, allow me to ask something of the drummer of
Metallica. If I can it with the religion and politics,
are you down to record a track with me and Regg, to
pay homage to the late, great Eazy-E? My shit is
already really hot, I think you can feel it. I'd like
the song to be about blowjobs saving the World. The
question is, Lars Ulrich, are you going to make me add
Tommy Lee to my rad e-mail list again, or are you
going to provide me beats from a band that's bigger
than Motley Crue. I'm thinking Metallica, Lars, and
all I need is you. Let's make the World a better
place. Please get back to me about that soon, Lars,
it's really time for a "grand slam in the bottom of
the ninth". And, buckle your seat belts, everyone,
this right here is a rough, rough ride, pay attention,
Lars-- watch the law catch up to me:

Love you all,


February 8, 2008

A Move That’s Been Proven To Go Wrong...

My Dad and sister have only been included on this
e-mail list a couple of times before. Both of those
times turned into nightmares. So, here I go again, Dad
and Cinds are copied on this e-mail. I'm going to
share with them an on-camera interview that I did with
Dr. Drew and Tom Green. I think Dr. Drew can agree
that it was a great interview, although I'm sure my
father and sister will probably see it as something
they feel I should be ashamed of. I'm not expecting
you all to have time to watch this amazing interview,
but, I can point out that it is terribly easy to click
right through to the "hot parts". Let's get some
"reply all"s outta this one, please, my relationship
with the family could surely benefit from it. They've
been begging me to see more shrinks, and I'm just
gonna go ahead and say that this interview with Dr.
Drew counts as one of those visits. Here it is:

Love you all,


February 7, 2008

I Ain't Runnin, I'm Streakin!

I decided on a television series on MTV... Here's how it starts:

February 6, 2008

Steve-O Becomes Wanted At The Stroke Of Midnight

Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 00:00:00 -0800 (PST)

It's 11:57, Jeffrey Ross, is still on stage, and still
smokin', cuz this asshole gave him a serious roastin',
hell this is for fuckin MySpace postin', 11:59, here's
to toastin':


February 4, 2008

Someone Arrest Me...I’m Skipping Court

Time to be serious, I'm skipping court and I couldn't
care less. Issue a warrant for my arrest, I can't
think of a better way to get press, give my rapping
a chance of success, and crown me the White Rap King
of the West. Talk about a vacation from stress, a
chance to catch up on needed rest, preferential
treatment for celebrity guests. It's called K-10,
short for VIP, aka protective custody, the only block
with the possibility, of being alone in a cell
watching your own tv, able to masturbate with
some fucking privacy. Now, Universal, and all reps for
me, last call to pay M.O.P., before they react very
VIOLENTLY, pay them fucking INSTANTLY.


P.S. Check out how much radder my mixtape site is now!

January 31, 2008

pretty sure I'm not supposed to leak this....

Since my last rad e-mail, I've flown to New York City,
shot the cover for my Universal Records rap album, and
returned to LA to bring you a peek into how I handled
the shoot:

Love you all,


January 28, 2008

Let the Games Begin

Check out how Dr. Drew proudly approves of me
describing murder as "fun", while soliciting people to
"shoot everyone". I can't believe how happy this clip
makes me:

So, it turns out that I rule at rapping, mostly
because of my love of fucking drugs, guns, balls,
dicks, and naked fucking chicks, and, of course, my
friendly relationships with so many iconic individuals
in the rap game. Now, Universal Records, let the games begin:

Love you all,


January 25, 2008

comedians, be warned...

There's a new name on the list. He's so damn excited
about my shit, he came over to spit. Check it out:

Love you all,


January 23, 2008

I’m The Man Of The Year!!!

Fuck people who wear fur. I'm the man of the year. Check it out:

Love you all,

January 21, 208

The Filthiest Crap Ever

I don't fucking give a shit. I'm doing it my way:

Love you all,


January 20, 2008

I truly had to beg for my life tonight...

Franz came back with a vengeance. So terrifying, we
had to write, record, and shoot a music video for a
song about Franz being out to kill us. We figure we're
still marked for death, so I already leaked this new
song, and music video. If we live to see this album
come out, I'm telling you all, and the world,
"Someone's Out To Kill Me" IS ON MY FUCKING ALBUM, so,
start appreciating it now:

Love you all,

January 19, 2008

more from Universal

It's not like I'm some kinda jerk, it's just that it's
not easy being a white gangsta rapper. I'm, like,
talking about selling a rap album:

January 17, 2008

I Wrote Some Crazy Emails

I had a great talk with a guy from Universal...
January 17, 2008

Stephen Glover wrote:

We were talking about how I've been a real pain in the
ass. Hell, I do it professionally. The thing is that,
to make this album a reality, with an MTV special, and
a mixtape, and a WAY too hot for TV "Making Of", plus
all these videos-- it's taken a lot of work. I've paid
out of my own pocket for every flight for my whole rap
crew, my video guy (Greg Kaplan), and for every studio
session with cash, or a check from my business
manager, while my representatives have been
lolligagging over paying anyone a penny from the funny
little budget. I've spent more of my own money, well,
not more than I spent sueing the fucking shit out of
those assholes that co-signed the 3 million dollar
life insurance policy on me-- while lying to my face
to cover up the fact that they were the beneficiaries
(they were able to do that because I didn't want to
find out if I was healthy or sick), but I made this
album happen, "in house", without a whole lot of help,
so I decided to go ahead and have fun being a dick
about shit. Of course, all of my "dickiness" has been
deliberately to sell units. The dude from Universal
agreed that I was right about that, and he also
agreed that, despite my recklessness with this very
"rad e-mail list", there has been no leakage
whatsoever in cases where I've politely asked for my
shit "not to be leaked any further". This is one of
those cases, please don't leak this any further, but,
feel free to mention that you just saw the BEST
Sorry, Steve-O Army, I can't leak this, but it kicks ass!
Love you all,


P.S. Universal is working out a plan to release my
mixtape as well. Thanks, guys!
my last correspondence with that Universal dude...
January 17, 2008
Franz Fleischli wrote:
The record is gonna be pushed back unless jukes
gets the paperwork in tomorrow.

Stephen Glover wrote:
I don't give a fucking shit. And Jukes damn well don't
either. What did you think of my "Dumb Idea" video?

Franz Fleischli wrote:
Im coming over.

Chris Pontius wrote:

That shit tears the bones from my back. It's a death
trap! It's a suicide pact! We better get out while
we're young, cause tramps like us...Baby we were born
to run!!!

witness the terrifying arrival of the Universal dude...

P.S. Here are my mixtape covers:

Love you all,

January 16, 2008

mixtape news... (I’m in rap to be a gangsta)
Here's a funny one, once this artwork is approved by
me, I'm going to inform Universal Records that their
mixtape department that just started is being called
out by their own artists, in a battle to sell mixtapes
hosted by Superstar J in the east, and Cypress Hill's
camp in the west. It will be fun to find out who
really is "hot in the streets", without my rapping
ability on trial... Check out the first draft of the
artwork, and, Universal, don't worry, I'll make you
sure you got it:

Love you all,

January 15, 2008

Paparazzi Stuntman and Hard As A Rock Release...
Hey Everyone,
I'm gonna just say it, Paparazzi Stuntman, and Hard As A Rock comin' at ya on April Fool's Day. There, I said it, that means I've got work to do. Good idea to show some video making skills right now. This here shit is done leaked, so check it:

Let's make this happen guys, paperwork's done,

Love you all,

January 12, 2008

Hello, And A Very Special Treat, From Chicago

Before I left New York, I visited the G-Unit offices,
I filmed more with 50 Cent for Paparazzi Stuntman, did
some wild-ass shit with Tony Yayo and Prodigy (whose
going to prison for three years very soon...FREE
PRODIGY!!!), and recorded the most fucking amazing
song with M.O.P. about beating dudes asses that anyone
will ever have heard. Really, FUCKING AWESOME. Now I'm
in Chicago, will be partying at Club Enclave tonight
if any of you are in town and want to come rage with
me. Now, without further ado, I leave you with the
absolute best YouTube clip that I've had stuck on
there in AGES. Holy shit, will this clip sell units of
my album, and, I'll NEVER do this shit again, check
out this fuckin gold:

Love you all,


January 9, 2008

back in the projects...
Trying to hail a cab in Manhattan can be difficult, but trying to get a taxi driver to take you from Manhattan to the projects in Brooklyn is just about impossible. If any of you ever find yourself looking for that ride, be sure to call a town car. Tonight I'm going to be recording a very violent rap song with MOP about beating dudes up. I'm very excited to get to say, "look at me goofy... I'll knock you out like a Roofy..." Guaranteed to be a hit. Last night I was rapping on the Carson Daly show on NBC, I performed Poke The Puss-- "flip the bitch over and tap the tush" didn't get any beeps, but "puss" and "kush" both did. Considering that I declined make-up entirely, I have to say that I looked excruciatingly hot. Really, check it out!:

Love you all,

November 27, 2007

I'm Nuts
My family is convinced that I've got bipolar disorder. I don't know if I agree, but, I've come to terms with the fact that I'm somehow fucked in the head. I've been contemplating actually being bonkers, and decided that it's pretty rad if you're stoked about it, and I think there's alot of good stuff that comes with being a looney tune. I agreed to go to a pyschiatrist for a professional evaluation, to try and figure out what specific category of nutjob I fall into. I've decided that I want to make a rad project out of finding out what the fuck is wrong with me. I sure hope this psychiatrist is down with me having my evaluation filmed, because if he isn't, I'll probably get really grumpy. I can imagine a rad documentary about me getting shrunk, whilst continuously doing dumb shit like jumping a motorcycle off a ramp in my living room out onto the roof of the building next door, becoming the king of crashing port-a-potties, and all kinds of other rad stuff. I think the entire spectrum of insanity that my "rad e-mails" have included should comprise the content of this project. I also think it's time for me to rent out a 6,000+ square foot warehouse, with bitchin offices, a recording studio, and everything. It'll be my new BallBag Headquarters, a bitchin compound to do really dumb stuff at while a shrink tries to make me less of a damn fruit loop. I'm really pretty sure that I'm out of my goddam mind. Who the fuck stays up for three straight days having gnarly hallucinations, while writing even gnarlier shit to this fucking list of people? It's completely nuts, and I can't help but love it. Rad e-mail list forever! Woohoo! Oh yeah, look at what Ryan Simonetti has been up to in my skatepark apartment, he is truly incredible:¤t=Ballbag_Park_Oct_19_07-Sequence1-1.flv

Love you all, Steve-O

October 28, 2007

Why Halloween Rules
If you ask me, we're going to get our fucking asses kicked by terrorists sometime very soon, and, before it becomes uncool to be funny again, I'd just as soon leak as much shit as possible, to keep as many people happy as possible while I still can. That's why I went ahead and shot something early this morning and already have it read for mass-leaking all over the Internet. It's funny, and will make people happy. you all can put all of these clips everywhere and anywhere you want:

Happy Halloween!

Steve-O: The College Days Trailer

Steve-O: The Paparazzi Stuntman Trailer

Steve-O: The Hard As A Rock Trailer

Ryan Simonetti Stunt Reel

Enjoy! Love you all,

P.S. We weren't kidding at all about making that wall go away so that we could make our ramps bigger, check out these two photos of my skatepark pad, and get a load of my new office pad.

October 25, 2007

Double For Nothing!
Hey Everyone,

This "rad e-mail list" has me jazzed. So jazzed, that I decided to make sure that I got exclusive footage just for you special people. I decided, "fuck it, I don't need to be all heartbroken, I'mma rent a cargo van and go fuck shit up in San Francisco with the world's greatest professional skateboarder, Ryan Simonetti, and the world-famous "shady prop guy" from jackass and wildboyz- since day one". We came up with a bunch of shit, but, Simonetti is the king. We're saving plenty for Dr. Steve-O Season Two, but, you guys just have to see this clip. Fuckin Ryan Simonetti-- the world's greatest professional skateboarder...

Love you all,

P.S. That cargo van ain't going back until this ramp comes flying out of it. Plus, we've got napalm beef with bb guns still...

Hey Everyone,

I want you all to know, that the reference I made to having my heart broken in that last mail, which had that footage that blew your fucking asses off, had nothing to do with any dumb girls that hurt my feelings for fun. I went to San Francisco to meet up with the folks from Zeitgiest and figure out how to use bb guns with flammable liquid to protest the war. I also needed to wrap my head around how to communicate that my new nephew has Down Syndrome, and search for a way to help children with Down Syndrome all over the world. Fuck bitches that hurt my feelings, and, please, reach out and help a kid with Down Syndrome. Plus, don't be mad at me for attaching this additional clip of Ryan Simonetti which was shot here where we live-- at BallBag Headquarters. Please help those kids.

Love you all,

October 23, 2007

No More Crap, Thanks!
Hello Everyone,

Many times I read messages from people on here who are wondering if I'm really reading them. I'm willing to bet that I get to much more of them than anyone realizes. I love my fans-- it's never been about money for me, it's always been about you guys. Now I'm going to respond to some posts that attracted my attention:

1. The person/people who felt that what I posted from my father was/is somehow ignorant-- can suck my dick. When I read a post which said, "I thought you got up earlier than that", I almost had my administrators respond with hate mail. Of course I didn't, after all, silence is the deadliest weapon. Hear this, I never said we need to live in fear, I just said it would be a good idea to read my father's mail.

2. Dr. Steve-O isn't extreme enough. Haha! Dr. Steve-O is plenty fucking extreme, it's the USA Network your beef is with. I got a dude's dick sucked by a porn star in a sperm bank, and they didn't show any of it. Shitter. Alot of celebrities have television shows, and, without naming any names, a great many of them allow their producers to make absolute puppets out of them. That's right, I think that's bullshit, you won't catch me letting anyone but me express my feelings. My feelings are done being fucked with, too. Wow, that felt good! You also won't catch me trying to to synch up my real life with the airdates of three month old episodes, I call that living a lie, but, enough of that. Well, one more thing...speaking of synching up PR with airdates, let me thank the people of the people who timed some beloved negative tabloid press so conveniently for everyone involved. Alright, now I'm done with negative shit. For those of you that want to see shit that's not allowed on tv, it's on, as well as ENTIRE episodes. Pretty cool, huh?

3. I can't emphasize enough how much I love my fans. Everytime I blast stuff out to you guys I try to include something that will brighten your days, at no cost to you, whatsoever. I've not even put a link to my website in a blog for a good six months. It's time I did, for the following reasons: if you dig it when I post crazy shit on the Internet, then you should sign up for my SPAM FREE Steve-O Army Newsletter (I'm counting hits on my website that come from this, as well as e-mails! So, sign up, please!). Now, for the good news, it seems that I designed shirts that are a bit on the filthy side, and I need to get rid of the inventory. Once these shirts are gone, they're gone, I'll be putting out new designs. Here's what I'm going to do, and my wonderful assistant, Jen Moore, can verify that this is for real. Anyone who buys a shirt or shirts from, will receive a personalized, autographed picture of me looking radder than ever...Ope, I just figured out which one to go for. I'm ready to write a shit-ton of letters to you guys, everything I write on these pictures will be goofy, but, my appreciation for your helping me get rid of this inventory will be truly sincere. So, I've never said it in a blog before, so, here goes, PLEASE BUY MY T SHIRTS on For your own personalized, autographed letter on my bitchin ass picture, you must upload a photo of yourself wearing one of my filthy shirts and email the picture, along with your name and mailing address, to! Sign up for my SPAM FREE newsletter, too, and, I promise to keep it real, and not let anyone tell me how I feel.

I love you all,

October 18, 2007

The Next Terrorist Attack
Hello Everyone,

It seems that America is going to get its ass kicked by terrorists. Below is an article that my Dad sent in an e-mail entitled "Must Read". When my Dad says "must read", I always read. For those of you who hate reading enough to disregard my Dad's characteristically sound advice, you are dumbies, but, you still get to enjoy this funny terror-related clip I filmed today.

Now here's what my Dad sent me. I love you all:

Juval Aviv was the Israeli Agent whom the movie "Munich" was about... He was Golda Meir's bodyguard and she appointed him to track down and bring to justice the Palestinian terrorists who took the Israeli athletes hostage and killed them during the Munich Olympic Games.

In a lecture in NYC a few weeks ago he shared information that EVERY American needs to know but our government has not shared. His bio is below, his book is "Staying Safe".

First, I am going to share what he discussed in regard to the Bush Administration, 9/11 and Iraq and then I will share his predictions for the next attack on the U.S.

He predicted the London subway bombing on the Bill O'Reilly show on Fox News stating publicly that it would happen within a week - O'Reilly laughed and mocked him saying that in a week he wanted him back on the show and unfortunately, within a week the terrorist attack occurred.

Juval Aviv gave intelligence (via what he had gathered in Israel and the Middle East) to the Bush Administration about 9/11 a month before it occurred. His report specifically said they would use planes as bombs and target high profile buildings and monuments. The Administration ridiculed him and refused to respond. Congress has since hired him as a security consultant - but still the Administration does not listen to him.

He didn't agree with going into Iraq - said it didn't make sense if we wanted terrorists responsible for 9/11 (and also he believes in Golda Meir's approach which was to bring justice to the terrorists but do not take down civilians - killing civilians only creates more terrorists - but similar to Bush, Israel's subsequent leaders were not as insightful as Golda Meir) - however, when we did decide to invade Iraq we should have learned from Israel's past mistakes.

He very articulately stated that Israel's greatest mistake against their war on terror was to invade the West Bank and Gaza and stay there... He said they should have done the proven anti-terrorist strategy which was "Hit and Leave" instead of "Hit and Stay." Now we are stuck in Iraq and it is worse than Vietnam - Iraq is the U.S.'s West Bank/ Gaza. He doesn't think we will ever be able to truly leave because even when we are able to pull our troops back we will still have to go back regularly which will keep us quagmired. We should have hit hard and left immediately.

Now for the scary stuff.... He predicts the next attack on the U.S. is coming within the next few months.

Forget hijacking airplanes because he says terrorists will NEVER try and hijack a plane again as the people on the plane will not go down quietly. Aviv believes our airport security is a joke- we are being reactionary versus looking at strategies that are effective.

1) our machines are outdated. They look for metal and the new explosives are made of plastic

2) He talked about how some idiot tried to light his shoe on fire - we now have to take off our shoes, a group of idiots tried to bring aboard liquid explosives - now we can't bring liquids on board. He is waiting for some suicidal maniac to pour liquid explosive on their underwear and light up in a plane or in the terminal and then we will all have to travel naked!

3) We only focus on security when people are heading to the gates, he says that if a terrorist attack targets airports in the future, they will target busy times and on the front end when people are checking in. It would be easy for someone to take two suitcases of explosives, walk up to a busy check-in line, ask a person next to them to watch their bags for a minute while they run to the restroom or get a drink and then detonate the bags BEFORE security even gets involved. Israel checks bags before people can enter the airport.

Now, back to his predictions: He says the next attack will come in a few months and will involve suicide bombers and non-suicide bombers in places that people congregate: Disneyland, Las Vegas, Big Cities (NY, SFO, Chicago, etc...) and there it will be shopping malls, subways in rush hour, train stations, casinos, etc.. as well as rural America (Wyoming, Montana, etc...). The attack will be simultaneous detonations around the country (they like big impact) 5-8 cities including rural areas. They won't need to use suicide bombers because at largely populated places like the MGM Grand in Vegas - they can simply valet park!

He says this is well known in intelligence circles but our government does not want to alarm Americans. However, he also said that the US will attack Iran and Syria before Bush leaves office.

In addition, since we don't have enough troops The US will likely use small, strategic nuclear weapons regardless that the headlines the next day will read "US Nukes Islamic World" and the world will be a different place to such an extent that global warming will be irrelevant. He travels regularly to the Middle East and he knows his stuff.

On a good note - he says we don't have to worry about being nuked - he says the terrorists who want to destroy America will not use sophisticated weapons - they like suicide as the frontline approach.

He also says the next level of terrorists will not be coming from abroad, but will be homegrown - having attended our schools and universities - but will have traveled frequently back and forth to the Middle East. They will know and understand Americans but we won't understand them - we still only have a handful of Arabic and Farsi speaking people in our intelligence networks and we need that to change he said...

What can we do? From an intelligence perspective he says the U.S. needs to stop relying on satellites and technology for intelligence but follow Israel, Ireland and England's example of human intelligence both from an infiltration perspective as well as trust citizens to help. We need to engage and educate ourselves as citizens but our government treats us like babies and thinks we can't handle it and will panic.

He did a test for Congress recently putting an empty briefcase in 5 major spots in 5 US cities and not one person called 911 or sought a policeman to check it out. In fact, in Chicago - someone tried to steal it! In Israel an unattended bag or package would be
reported in seconds with a citizen shouting "Unattended Bag" and the area cleared slowly, calmly and immediately by the people themselves. Unfortunately, we haven't hurt enough yet for us to be that concerned....

He also discussed how many children were in preschool and kindergarten after 9/11 without parents to pick them up and the schools did not have a plan. Do you have a plan with your kids, schools and families if you cannot reach each other by phone? If you cannot return to your house? If you cannot get to your child's school - do they know what to do? We should all have a plan.

He said that our government's plan after the next attack is to immediately cut-off EVERYONE's ability to use their telephone, cell phone, blackberry because they don't want terrorists to be able to talk to one another - do you have a plan if you cannot communicate directly with those that you love.

Last week the Today Show began with a segment that Al Qaeda was resurfacing - the same kind of action on the Pakistani border occurred before 9/11... It is scary, but we do not have panic, we just need to be aware....


October 5, 2007

Good Ol’ Uncle Steve-O
Hello everyone,

I just became an uncle again! My sister had a baby boy named Dylan, and I'm home with my family after a crazy LA to New York to Boston to Detroit to Cleveland to Florida mission. Since I left LA, I was travelling with no computer. My laptop just plain died, causing me to be more out-of-the loop than ever. Luckily, I just scored a new computer, so, check this out-- Dr. Steve-O was the highest rated entertainment show on cable television between 11pm and 1am on Monday night. Yup, and it got the tenth highest ratings of all entertainment shows on cable television that whole day. I was also told that I retained 72% of the wrestling audience (even though I also heard 71%). High ratings on cable television are so rad, because you get to hear the same good news a hundred different ways if you want. For example, I got a "households rating" of 2.4, or, I had 2.1 million viewers watched the whole damn show. So rad! I can't thank you guys enough for watching, and I can honestly say that I'm totally stoked on every single episode. Well, the pilot airs last and kinda pales to the everything I shot after that, but, it's got one of the best "bloodbaths" of the season. None of the shows suck, and, thanks so much for watching them. In other news, I shot my first music video-- HA! HA! Woohooo! I've been doing all kinds of work on my music project... I might as well drop this on you all here! What else? Thanks again for watching Dr. Steve-O and buying Sneaux shoes and Jackass: the video game, and get ready for Jackass 2.5, Steve-O: Paparazzi Stuntman, Steve-O: Hard As A Rock (the rap dvd/album/videos), and maybe even something else! I'm pretty much talking about having as rad of a year next year as I've been having this year. Fuck yeah dudes!

Love you all,

Dr. Steve-O Episode 2
Dr. Steve-O
Every Monday @ 11:05pm
USA network after WWE RAW

August 8, 2007

Best Behavior
Hello Everyone,

I must admit that I've been in hip-hop heaven. Making this ridiculous rap album has been absolutely awesome. People who are into hip hop truly understand that the fact that my producers have been DJ Whoo Kid, Red Spyda, Apex, Fame, and a completely unknown badass named T Mon, is, to say the least, kind of a big deal. The cameos on this album are going to blow people away, too, and that's all I'm saying about that. I've been really deep in hip hop and having a blast, but now it's time to be on my absolute best behavior. I'm filming my new television series, Dr. Steve-O over the course of the next few weeks, starting tomorrow morning. This television series is about me being just as ridiculous as ever, but proactively using my powers of silliness to make the world a better place. I'm kidnapping wussies and inundating them with challenges I've come up with, to bring them out of their shells, and teach them how to deliberately live more fulfilling lives. I'm Dr. Steve-O now, a traveling psychotherapist that's completely out of his mind. Dr. Steve-O is something I've been working for for years, and it's something that I'm extremely passionate about. I wrote the shows up myself, and you can count on them being totally amazing! Yeahaaaah! Now, I know that many people would consider it to be a really dumb idea to be leaking tracks from my album, especially when their unfinished. Haha! That's so dumb, I love it! OK, so, I have to very seriously warn you that, if you choose to click the below link to one of my new rap songs, you will hear the filthiest, most offensive lyrics that I could possibly write. Remember, this is a comedy gangsta rap album, it'll have a video for every track, and a feature length "Making Of The Album" video included. So, you've been warned that the lyrical content of my rap is really, really naughty, and I'm not at all sorry about that--it's hysterical! Woohoo! Here are some photos (click on the pictures to see a larger version):


Jukes & O recording

And, without further ado, ladies and gentleman:

Poke The Puss

I love you all,

August 3, 2007

Free Stuff
Hey guys, this is a great interview that a good million people saw, you won't believe what they let me get away with r.e. promoting, my rap album, the G-Unit, Sneaux, Dr. Steve-O and the USA Network. Check it out:

In the same week, millions, literally millions of people saw this:

Also, during the same week, more millions saw this:

Every successful album drives sales by having a real hit on the radio. This isn't likely to make it to the radio, so I'm going to use the Internet to get people hearing it. When I say that I'm messing around with the G-Unit, I'm not kidding. The G-Unit is alot like Manny the Sharkman, they have saved me from seriously life-threatening danger that they put me in. Even though I'm taking hip hop lightly, trust me, it's no fuckin joke. Enough of that, enjoy this Steve-O/G-Unit joint:

I've been working my ass off, and I'm not planning on slowing down.

I love you all,

July 14, 2007

People Have Been Worrying About Me
I've done some stupid things over the past few weeks to really make my loved ones become concerned about me. There's nothing I can do to change that now, except write this to them, as well as all of you. I've made my priority in life, at least for the last 2-3 weeks, the recording a great Steve-O rap album. Making this album has been a magical experience-- an adventure through wonderful, horrible, and everything in between.

To anyone that chooses to be critical of my decision to make this rap album, I've got bad news for you, it's a great album. I've been recording it with the producers of the one and only G-Unit and it is, indisputably, incredible, and made by the most talented people in rap music. So, since there's no criticisizing the quality of my album, anyone who chooses to will do nothing but sell units for me-- if that's what you're into, let me thank you ahead of time. Thank you. Something about embarking on this album-recording mission made me feel compelled to get back into a really unhealthy lifestyle consisting of heavy, major, drug abuse. I don't know why that is, but, I can't change that now. I can't change the fact that I'm solely responsible for the fact that my family and loved ones have been worried beyond sick about me, and that I've been very much "off the radar" for so much of this time. The only thing I can do about that is assure everyone that I'm, indeed, in a much better place than I was a couple of weeks ago, and that I'm simply swamped by this monstrous ocean of work that I've chosen to take on.

Right now I'm sitting at the business center of an airport hotel. I'm worn out and frustrated for many reasons, including the simple fact that making a great album is just that much of an emotional investment, and a very time-consuming one, at that. Furthermore, there's a great deal more than rap music that I have going on my career, a reality which has forced me, more than once, to drop everything and fly back and forth between New York and Los Angeles -- for no more than one day's obligation. That's just how it is, and it's frustrating.

Now, let me describe a few events of the last few days. I returned to my secret "hip hop hideaway" in upstate New York, a residential home, deep in the woods, which is inhabited by G-Unit staff who have been delegated to look after me (i.e. sequester me, babysit me, and keep me working at this blistering pace that's not slowed down since this process began). In this house in the woods, I got into the habit of letting three tiny little dogs out of this little cage, a cage that is visibly designed to harbor no more than one animal. I hate to see animals in cages. Well aware of how the house is utilized to keep the dogs in, and having an idea of the perimeters outside the house that serve the same purpose, I felt very comfortable indulging in my habit of freeing these dogs to roam around the inside of the house, answering only to their own free will. After I let the dogs out of the cage one time, something really bad happened, one of the dogs got out of the house and was hit by a car which was speeding through the windy, woody roads.The dog died and, for many valid reasons, I feel the brunt of responsibility for that fact. Without interrupting my recording schedule (although it required me to sacrifice a full night's sleep) I arranged and attended the proper burial of that dog, at a very upscale pet cemetery near the Bronx in New York. That dog dying sucked.

Today I was supposed to return to LA for work related to my new television series, Dr. Steve-O. I wound up in a situation where I stood no chance of making my flight (which is OK because my obligation in LA is not until after 4pm PST tomorrow, and I've since secured a guaranteed seat on a 6:45am flight out of New York (which is 3:45am LA time, giving me plenty of time to make it). What's not translating into these words I'm typing is my frustration over the fact that I can't be with a special person in LA tonight. I'm stuck at this airport hotel. The driver from the car service we called to get me to the airport talked my fucking ears off the entire way to NYC. That asshole yapped at me the point that I felt, literally, suffocated. Despite his abhorrent lack of professionalism, I tipped the man one hundred US dollars, while trying to negotiate with the airline on my cellphone. The same driver, who sucked the fucking life out of me on that ride, felt it was so important to give me a hug that I wanted absolutely no part of, that he grabbed me-- knocking my phone out of my grasp and sending it freefalling to the cement. My phone now displays nothing to me when I open it.

The purpose of this long message, is to assure my loved ones that I am, indeed OK now. I'm over-worked, worn out, frustrated beyond belief, and helplessly missing this special person in Los Angeles, but, I'm OK. I can't call, and I left my computer charger in the restaurant that Knoxville brought me to for our "Everyone's worried sick about you Steve-O" lunch. I left it there because I cared about nothing but Knox hearing how good the work I've been doing for this album is. So, I think I've written everything I needed to write. I will, despite this incredible amount of frustration and difficulty, appear for all of my professional obligations. I will continue to be professional, I will get through the mountain of work I've delegated for myself, and I will be OK. There is no reason to worry about me, nothing is wrong with me barring work-related stress. Please, nobody worry about me right now, I'm simply working harder than I ever have before and, even though I can't call or e-mail as much as everyone wants me to, I'M OK! Please, forgive me for being "off the radar", and know that the only reason I'm unreachable is that I'm working my fucking ass off. OK, I think I've covered everthing. I'm going to retire to my shitty airport hotel room and rest. I will be unreachable, and I need everyone to be able to deal with that-- all of my bad luck isn't entirely my fault. I love you all,


March 29, 2007

Behind the Scenes
Hey Everyone,

About my Orbit Gum commercial, breaking into the bubble gum game seems to have delivered footage of me to more viewers (at least generated more immediate feedback) than virtually any tv shit I've done. It's nuts how many people have mentioned seeing it. Finding out how we cheated in shooting it is probably kind of like hearing the truth about staged footage (that you thought involved unsuspecting strangers, rather than family friends "planted" to act upset), also similar to finding out that Santa Claus never existed, but, I'm going to own up to the secret magic that made this ridiculous Orbit gum commercial possible. I urge you guys not to be mad at me for faking stunts with this commercial. Considering that it required being buried virtually from 9am past 5pm, with very few ridiculously short breaks, I actually consider it one of my gnarlier feats. A pretty ludicrous thing for anyone to set out to do if the first place, I would've called for more color correction, but here's the final cut.

In unrelated news, I met a dude in an airport who joined my message board, this gets interesting:

Posts: 1
(3/15/07 11:50 pm)

The Sad State of Airline Security
Hey Steve, don't know if and when you'll get to see this, but I'll put it out there anyway. Me and a friend bumped into you in the Ft Lauderdale Airport on 03/10 at the bar and we went outside for a smoke. I thought you might find it amusing to know that not only did I make it through security with the lighter the first time, but I made it through with it again when we went to board the plane. Really makes you think about what people are getting on board planes these days. Anyway, I've been a huge fan for years and it was awesome meeting you. Hope Atlanta wasn't too bad to you.

The Man Himself
Posts: 1312
(3/24/07 9:28 pm)

Re: The Sad State of Airline Security
Shit yeah, bro! Welcome to the board! It's wild, the whole "no lighters on planes" bit. If it's fire that they are trying to avoid, why is it perfectly OK to bring matches on board? Fuck. You're not kidding about what people could bring on if they wanted. Even though I'm triple-national, and consider myself to be a citizen of the Western Hemisphere as a whole, I still hate to be anti-American (my feelings about the Bush Administration do not change my love for America, or it's troops). With that said, I have a crazy imagination and can't help but find myself thinking as the "Devil's advocate". It's absolutely absurd how easy it would be to fly with crazy shit. The ultimate weakness is the Mexican border. I was begging to film the "border crossing" for the Mexico episodes of Wildboyz. I wanted to say, "Here we are in Mexico, and we're over it. Chris, let's run to America!" There would have been different ways to go about it, i.e. varying ranks of authority to "clear" the idea. Nobody from Dickhouse or MTV pursued the idea whatsoever, I believe my director said that we'd likely get shot. I know that Bush recently legalized imprisoning anyone without reason or holding trials, all kinds of heinous torture tactics during interrogation-- to put that in perspective he, literally, legalized acts of terrorism on people suspected of having knowledge of terrorism. I can't picture that it would ever be legal for border authorities to shoot helpless and unarmed people trying to make it across the border into America, and I believe that, had we actually filmed "the border crossing", that we wouldn't have even had to run, shit, I bet we could've waltzed right over, with suitcases full of whatever we wanted. I had an even crazier experience than yours, bro-man-dude, if you go to my MySpace page and look at an older blog called "Steve-O in Vegas", you won't believe what happened to me. Again, welcome to the board, this place is very special to me. Now, for those of you who never got to see TV: The Movie, don't worry, the important stuff has managed to stay on YouTube. Three minutes and thirty seconds into this clip, a segment begins which I consider the absolute crown jewel of my entire career. If any of you are familiar with the television show, "Intervention" on the A&E Network, you will see that we ABSOLUTELY NAILED it! Even if you've seen it before, watch it again, it just gets better, and better, and better. Plus, interesting fact, "Interventions" is the only sketch in the whole movie that I filmed completely sober. Haha! There were two days we shot it on, and they were the only two days that I was completely sober shooting that movie. Yeahah! Enjoy! :::

Those of you who are still reading this, are the true fans. I love you guys! I'm on Cribs again on April 22nd, here's an update from my Dad about the Internet store (it's going start just selling Steve-O shirts, they're all fuckin rad, and I'm dying to make my Dad proud by running a successful business, so, when the fucking shit finally gets going please, everyone, buy my shirts!):

I'm not by nature a pessimist, but I do like to under promise and over deliver. April 22 is less than four weeks away, and despite all the progress that's being made, I still think we'll be fully challenged to get up and running on the website by that date. I recognize the importance of the tie-in with Cribs, but you're dependent on several key steps that are outside of your direct control. Jen must get the phone hook-up/answering service handled fast (and they'll undoubtedly want a contract/application completed and signed), and the people Peter's dealing with at the merchant account must then process your application quickly and favorably. We need to press Lars for acknowledgement of the signed contract you sent him, and get Glenn to send him the $800 deposit check ASAP. The t-shirts have to be ordered and produced, and I don't think Eddie Redcar should be in the mix until Ellie's fully satisfied with all his paperwork. Then the shirts have to get to each of the two warehouses, and I don't know what (if any delays) will be encountered at UK customs. I don't know if any test orders should be processed before going "live" on the internet, but if so, that's additional leadtime. Once you do go "live", any subsequent screw-ups will be much more significant problems, and threaten your credibility with your fan base. I don't know if it's possible to start with the U.S. only and add Europe several weeks later, but if feasible, that might simplify things somewhat.

Administratively, setting this up correctly is an enormous pain in the ass. The time required has already far exceeded my wildest expectations. I don't want to depress you, but when you talk about the Cribs synergy, I want you to realize the full magnitude of the challenge you face. It is possible, but in my view the odds of pulling it off on that schedule are no better than 50/50. The bottom line is "Don't give up or get discouraged, but recognize that you'll have to push everybody to haul ass, and follow up personally on every step, if your timing is going to be met". (That's one of the responsibilities, and joys, of being the CEO!)

Love you much.....Dad

March 9, 2007

Do You Have Feet?
It occurs to me that, unless you're an athlete or a rapper, a shoe endorsement deal is pretty darn hard to come by. Am I proud to represent a shoe line because I am gifted at being an irresponsible asshole? You bet I am. I'm proud of the shoes, too. Take a stand against shoes that don't promote irresponsible behavior, and buy my shoes! Here's a killer new clip, make sure you check out my new shoes.
Love you all,

February 18, 2007

Steve-O Mania!
Don't be surprised if you see this WWE commercial I did, because it's playing....big time. Haha! I'm no stranger to the WWE ring, watch me get annihilated by a 350 pound monster. My bitchin ass new episode of Cribs comes out next month, as well as my gnarly Orbit Gum commercial. I'm not even saying shit about where I am right now, but I'm with my baby, and that's all there is to it!

Love you all,

P.S .Wish me luck in jail tomorrow-- I'm shooting a British television show which consists of me being locked in a room for 24 straight hours. It's called "24 hours with...", it's not allowed to air in the USA, but, I'll tell you right now-- I damn well wish it would. In my contract for this 24 shoot it says that I will be supplied with as much beer, vodka, mixers, Pickled Onion Monster Munch, and cigarettes as I choose. So, I guess I kinda blew it, I sorta said I'm in London...Pickled Onion Monster Munch forever!!!

P.P.S. While I'm leaking old footage, check out my CLASSICS!:

Getting Cops Suspended

The Most Wasted Anyone's Been On A Talkshow

Steve-O Gallery On

February 6, 2007

Tracking Steve-O
I get in trouble with my family fairly frequently, because they've got their Internet set up to automatically send them every article that has my name in it, and they have their TIVO's set to record every television show that lists my name as a part of it. Here's the latest article to get me in trouble. In my defense, I wrote this to my sister:

I was just trying to get my friends to leave the barsooner, and it worked! I really wasn't looking for press out of the deal, but, obviously, I'm ecstatic to have gotten some! Love you!

I've given it some thought, and I have to say that it doesn't bother me to upset my family just a little bit by being a jerk in the press, because I am so incredibly proud to be such a rare and unique celebrity to have been completely overjoyed with all of my negative tabloid press. Tabloid press makes people happy and, so far, I've loved being a part of it, every chance I've gotten. What's even crazier than the articles that come out is the wealth of papparazzi photos that are available on the Internet. Lately, you can pretty much always see what I've been up to. Then there's I have the most bitchin ass Steve-o Gallery on there-- I want to thank all of my friends at TMZ, and Page Six, and everyone else who has contributed to sharing my delinquency with the World at large.

I love you all,

January 27, 2007

I'm an asshole
I hate birthdays-- all they do is make you way older than every other day of the year. I know one girl's birthday (those of you who've been in this Steve-O Army for 4-5 years all know that I will never stop loving her), I also know my beloved Jen Moore's (we share our birthdays on one day I'll never brag about), and I know my immediate family members' b-days (the only year I didn't talk to my Dad on his birthday, I was in jail, and didn't want him to find that out by answering the phone to hear, "You are receiving a call from an inmate in a correctional facility..." I confessed that fact to Dad years later, and then he knew how much more that had hurt me than it did him). Now, I have to confess that I've, again, been oblivious to the birthday of Ryan Simonetti-- and he pimp-slapped me for forgetting and missing it-- by documenting: Ryan's Birthday Bash, while I was roaming around Hollywood with porn stars. How about a fucking round of applause for Ryan Simonetti... Happy "Bummer You're Older Day"! Fuckin love you, Ryan, and my only excuse is that we can make days rule whenever we want, so fuck birthdays! Good job, brutha....much love, blood, and tears...Steve

January 24, 2007

Steve-O in Vegas
I just got back home from Las Vegas, where I was flown on a private jet to make an appearance at a nightclub. I was just about as sober as a completely wasted judge, and got paid to become that way! I had a barrel of laughs, so much fun that just had to run photos of me enjoying myself. I stayed in Vegas for Bam Margera's bachelor party, he's got this new tv show on MTV about getting married (eight episodes which end with the wedding). Needless to say, the fun continued and nothing that happened will "stay in Vegas", it's pretty much going to be all over MTV. Haha! Now, get this, they gave me a special "bag check" at the airport, because they saw an old spent whippit cartridge in my backpack. Then they open my backpack and practically the first thing the dude sees is a glass marijuana pipe. It was still fricken loaded, and everything! I said, "I guess you can throw that out for me". The guy said, "That's not what I'm here for", let the fuckin thing stay in my bag, which he gave to me, and then told me to enjoy my flight. Woooohoooooo! In other news, I just got off the phone with my Dad and my bitchin-ass new Internet store should be taking orders in less than two weeks. I'm starting it with four different Steve-O T-Shirts. I can't wait to have my own shirts to sell to my own Steve-O Army! Fuck yeah dudes and dudettes! I've never been paid a goddam dime for a single piece of goddam Steve-O merchandise. Really, not a dime for anything that got sold off that last website I used to put my updates on. Not Jackass or Wildboyz merchandise either. It's nuts, but now the shit will be coming from ME and my Dad, and we are setting it up so that everyone in the EU/UK and USA can have the shirts sent to them "locally", because we've got multiple fulfillment houses on both sides of the Atlantic. Fuck yeah, we're not half-assing this merchandise operation, at all, and I can't wait for all of you to buy my shirts. Wooohoooo!

Love you all,

January 11, 2007

What a day!
I visited Howard Stern in the morning and performed an amazing new rap song that I wrote last night. Also, I've got brand new video clips in the video gallery, make sure you check them out, too.
Love you all,

December 28, 2006

How I'm Spending My Holiday Time
I always spend the Holidays with my family, except for this one wild Christmas in Denmark when my girlfriend's Mom found me naked in a pool of pee on the floor with a candle melted to my head. I'm happy to say that I've been much more productive this year. Lately, family has been incredibly concerned about my health, and the negative impact my lifestyle has had on it. Out of love for my family, I agreed to go to any and all doctor's appointments they scheduled for me. Over the course of the last week, I've visited a general practiononer, gastrointerologist, a cardiologist, and a new dentist. I've subjected myself to all kinds of medical scrutiny (echo-cardiogram, endoscopy, periodontal evaluation, etc.) and, across the boards, the doctors have been telling me that I'm in fantastic health. I feel great, my teeth are squeaky clean, and my Dad and I have also been hard at work on setting up my Internet store to accomodate international and US fans alike. Stay tuned, check me out on the cover of this bitchin magazine, and get ready for an explosive 2007!
Happy Holidays! Love, Steve-O

December 21, 2006

Howard Stern
Hey Everyone,
I will be on Howard Stern on the morning of January 11th, because TV: The Movie is finally coming out, on January 12th, in 43 theaters across the US. They're all Carmike Theaters, and we think 15 of them are drive-ins. We're in Knoxville and Chattanooga, Tennessee, we're in Sioux City, Iowa, the East Village in New York City, we're in Atlanta, parts of Florida, Champagne, Illinois, shit, we're practically everywhere! It is a must see-- funnier than shit, and I pass out cold while huffing very dangerous inhalants, right in the middle of it! Haha! Don't miss a chance to catch it on the silver screen! Also, if you haven't seen it, check out this funny video.
Happy Holidays! Love,

December 17, 2006

How I Live
I still have the same apartment I moved into almost six years ago. We used to get eviction warnings all the time--at one point, I got a visit from the owners of the building and I was sure I was getting evicted, but, it turned out to be a new owner and he asked me for my autograph. Haha! I was so stoked, I got myself another apartment in the building. My Dad is my stock broker and insists that I not buy a house and keep my money in the stock market. So, I shot MTV Cribs again today. We decided to go alll the fuck out, and show some love for skateboarding. It makes sense, we plan on selling Ryan Simonetti, and Steve-O, skateboards soon (See Ryan Simonetti and Steve-O's Greatest Hits). Nobody's slept for shit for the last three days, check out what kept us up, and look at the video clip to see how hard we fucking rip! Love you all,



December 12, 2006

Steve-O's Meaning Of Life
When I returned to Albuquerque, New Mexico after Clown College, and became aware that I was not going to get an offer for a contract to work in the circus, I moved in with my skater buddies and sold pot for a living. It was late in 1997 when I picked up a roommate's book from the living room coffee table, a book called "Life Magazine Presents: The Meaning Of Life". I read that book from cover to cover in one sitting, and it changed my life. It consists of nothing but entries devoted to interpreting the question, "What is the Meaning Of Life", all of which do not exceed 250 words. The book was full of the most remarkable, insightful words written by the oddest people--nurses from terminal wards, janitors, etc. The dumbest shit seemed to be written by the richest people (including the owner of Apple) and, curiously, the guy with the highest recorded IQ on Earth. Reading this book was so incredibly impacting on me, upon finishing reading it I immediately grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my own Steve-O's Meaning Of Life in less than 250 words. Check it out, it's the same piece of paper I scrawled on that day in 1997, and my beliefs haven't changed at all. I don't need organized religion, because when I do wrong, I feel bad. When I do right, I feel good. I believe that many people who subscribe to organized religion are trying to be good for the wrong reasons. They are trying to be good because they are afraid of Hell, and will do anything to serve themselves by making it to Heaven. If Heaven is all it's cracked up to be, I'd love to check it out, but, I'm not going anywhere without my loved ones, of all faiths. With that said, I believe that God is the reward for good behavior, and, I would like to honor the lives of every chicken, cow, tomato-- everything I ever ate, by living a good life. I would like to honor every blade of grass I've ever stepped on, by making the World a better, and sillier, place. Love,

December 11, 2006

Special Treats
Hey Everyone,
Let me start by thanking you all for coming to visit my new website. For reasons I can't explain, I had to "divorce" the people that brought you, and start over, totally from scratch. It makes me very happy to finally be COMPLETELY in charge of what goes on with my own website. Going fully against the advice of my representation, I will be loading this website with tons of incredible video content-- and not charging anyone a single penny to check it all out. That's right, I'm giving it all away for free, because I love my fans. The footage I'm going to be leaking on here very soon comes from a "long-lost" tape (seriously, it was lost for over thirteen years). All of the footage from this tape was shot when I was 19 years old, a second-year freshman at University of Miami, and, as you can tell from my ridiculous behavior, about to get evicted from the dorms, and drop out of University entirely. Be sure to check back to preview Steve-O: The College Days, it rules! Before long, you will all be able to purchase some kick-ass Steve-O merchandise. I've hired a fulfillment company that is absolutely committed to shipping orders within 48 hours of receiving them, and, with the help of the William Morris Agency, I've built an Internet store to take orders and ship awesome merchandise to my fans, with the utmost professionalism. Now, allow me to brag for a moment, I've been a pretty big deal on the FOX network lately, I've been all over these humongous network television award shows. Check out my contribution to the FOX Teen Choice Awards (part one & part two), and, in case you missed me hosting the FOX Action Sports Awards (part one, part two, & part three), check that out too. I couldn't be happier with all of the work I've been doing lately, special thanks to all of you for checking it all out,

November 24, 2006

Sex, Drugs, and Rock'n'Roll
I've made some dumb decisions in my life. To be completely honest, I have no fucking idea how I've gotten away with them. I kept a meticulous count of how many women I had sex with, up to the number 165. I stopped counting in 2002, and can best guess that the number now lies somewhere between 300 and 500. Granted, I have been pretty good about wearing condoms, most of the time, but, I was pretty well blown away when I got a bill of complete sexual health from the doctor this year. I've done a whole lot of fucking, and my wiener has yet to complain to me. Talk about having shit to be thankful for, I've got a friend who told me that he wound up with genital warts from the third girl he ever had sex with. I'm no stranger to drugs, either. I've probably, if you pro-rated our ages, done more cocaine than Ozzy-- the shit started interfering with my work, which is saying something, and I really haven't touched it since January 7th of this year. I'm over counting how many months it's been, and just stoked to not be a fucking cokehead anymore. I won't bother listing the drugs I've done, I'm just gonna tell you all, I've done plenty. I came home to visit my family for Thanksgiving, and my sister called me out for having some serious, serious shakes. She knows that I don't know how to lie, so she just kept asking what the shakes were all about. I told her, I did an incredible amount of nitrous oxide before I came home. When I say incredible, I'm talking about having cases delivered to my house (a case has 25 boxes in it, and a box has 24 chargers in it), and have a new case show up as soon as the last one ended. Before I left for Florida earlier this week, it's like I was trying to kill myself with that fucking shit. Turns out it's bad news, my sister made me read about the long term brain damage, loss of motor skills, and paralysis that can result from the abuse of nitrous oxide. Creepy shit, dudes, creepy shit. Here I am, still pretty fuckin shaky, thinking of how lame it would be to turn into Mohommed Ali over huffing nitrous-- after all the shit I've done. A big part of me wishes I could go back and "un-film" all of the nitrous huffing I did in National Lampoon's TV: The Movie, and all the other shit I did it in. It's a bad thing to promote, and I pretty well promoted the Hell out of it. I've decided to retire my whip-it dispensers, and just want to let as many people as possible know about it. Ozzy made some bad calls, too, and he's not really doing so good. So there, now you know, and, if you make bad decisions, you make them on your own. Love you all, Steve-O

P.S. I'm very disappointed with the number of hits my bitchin-ass new website has been getting, check it out, it's:

November 23, 2006

Got Beef?
When I first decided to become a rapper, it was mostly because the idea was so utterly ridiculous. I've got the musical inclination of a car riding on its rims and the voice of that car crashing into a liquor store. Work, is work, though, so I headed into the studio to record a funny rap song called, Hard As A Rock, for a segment in National Lampoon's TV: The Movie, and everyone loved it! I played it during a meeting that had nothing to do with music, and this totally important dude told me that he wanted me to do an album. Then another totally important dude told me, "Fuck that", let's get you a record deal with Universal Records. I flew myself to New York City and had a meeting with all these people at Universal and, within a couple days, received word that they want to proceed with a deal ASAP. Believe it or not, everything you're reading is true. I'm going to be a rap star! This has all been going down for a while now, so I've got lots of songs. A particularly horrifying demo track I recorded, and want you all to enjoy, is called Crack Cocaine (Feels So Good). I don't know how close I am to actually signing any deals, but, expect more "beefs" to surface, and, regardless, a whole bunch more funny rap. Now, please check out my bitchin ass new website: Thank you, I love you all, Steve-O

November 22, 2006

I've got a great deal to be thankful for, if you ask me, I'm the fuckin man. I worked out a deal with a fan whose drawn some bitchin pictures of me. I probably didn't have to pay him shit, but it was important to me that I do. My management doesn't think I should have, but I demanded that I do. I've been ripped off and taken advantage of in the past, and I'm not planning on letting that happen again. I'm planning on making as much money as I possibly can, and taking care of the people I love. For example, Ryan Simonetti-- I want us to have the most fucking killer skateboard company there is-- we do the raddest shit with skateboards, so, I think we deserve it. Jennifer Moore, she is my webmaster and archivist, I've sent her close to, if not, more than seven thousand e-mails to put together the greatest book about being a badass that's ever been written. I want to take care of my loved ones, and I'm going to make as much fucking money as possible to do so. My sister is a school teacher who makes less than 30 thousand dollars per year, fuck that, that sucks, I would like to get really, really that my niece never has to worry about shit....ever. I would like to help Manny the Sharkman, too, so, please buy Ulitimate Predator, you'll be helping a really great man. Thank you all....Steve-O

November 21, 2006

Have I made some really fantastic videos? You betcher fuckin ass I have, and, Paparazzi Stuntman is really that good. Not as good as Manny the Sharkman's video, Ulitimate Predator, from us boys of jackass, though. Simply put, Manny has the best dvd in the store, so, please, buy it this Thanksgiving weekend. Love you all... Steve-O

November 20, 2006

Why I Do What I Do
If you look very closely at this picture, you will find that there is not one single person in it who is thinking of their own problems. That's right, they all have funny expressions on their faces, because they're all having a great time, while I stand there and get fucking wasted. I'm sorry, but I call that making the World a better place.

Now, on to important business. I took care of the Internet store issue. I pestered my agent until he got me on the phone with what the William Morris Agency (the biggest talent agency in the World) considers the best, and most suitable, Internet store-- to take and fulfill orders....with the utmost professionalism......

When I spoke to the nice man on the phone, I told him that it was unfortunate that I have no merchandise, other than four FUCKING HYSTERICAL shirts (don't worry, more on the way!)....I went on to tell this nice guy, Jason Ross, that I would be adding skateboards to the mix. I'll tell you why I'm starting a skateboard company, because I love skateboarding.And I have Ryan Simonetti. Ryan Simonetti and I have been making skaeboarding watchable for people who don't skate for ten fucking years now.......not fucking beating up our parents......Here is a two minute and fifty-two second clip of Steve-O and Ryan Simonetti's Greatest Hits. Watch what Ryan Simonetti and I have done, consider that I fucking rip at skaeboarding, too. I'm going to have THOUSANDS of boards manufactured and shipped to my fulfillment order will ever take more than 2-3 weeks, or less, or I'll go fucking ballistic, betcha can't wait to see our skateboard graphics.....Love you all, Steve-O

November 19, 2006

Burn In Hell, Bush
I got an e-mail from my sister, in it she expressed to me that it made her unhappy that I mentioned the suffering and death of our Mother to my fans. I wrote this to my sister:

Cindy, Please don't be upset with me. I believe whole-heartedly in what I've been doing. I can picture Mom yelling at me, "Show me the money!", and making fun of me for not even trying to sell anything to my fans. I would surely explain what it's like to be an "artist", she would continue to make fun of me, and we would laugh and be happy....Love you, Steve

I will add that we can be pretty sure there are a bunch of dead people in this picture....the problems in my family are really pretty fucking small, if you think about it. Now, please, everyone, pay a visit to: Let's make the World a better place. Love you all, Steve-O

November 17, 2006

Hey Everyone
My Dad wrote me an e-mail about how he feels that I've been forwarding too mainy e-mails to my shoe company. Dad doesn't realize that those shoe people need to understand what an asset I really am to their business. Dad, I do not feel as though I've "bombarded" Sneaux Shoes with too many e-mails, because, Dad, it's called being a gangster. I have a great deal of emotional scar tissue over the suffering and death of my Mother and, godammit, I'm going to make her fucking proud of me. I'm going to "Fight The Good Fight", I'm going to make people happy, and I'm not going to take fucking shit, from anyone.......I love you all, now, will you all please visit, don't worry, I don't even have a store up on it yet, just a bunch of free shit that's really fun to check out.....Steve-O

November 15, 2006

Death Threats
This is a good-ol' laugh of an e-mail to my supermodel ex girlfriend, May Andersen (notable for beating up flight attendants and cops):

May, Check out the bitchin ass e-mail I sent to my agent and clothing company, love you, babe!

I've got exciting news. We need a store on my website very, very immediately, because my finger's on the trigger and I'm itching to pull it. I am going to drive SO MUCH TRAFFIC to my new website, it's going to be ridiculous. Never mind my 147924 friends on MySpace, when I leak, to all media there is, the following video clip, with a letter from me to Stephen Dorff (of course, I'll misspell his name) calling him a pussy, an idiot and a loser...(Adam, it's got subtitles now, it's so fucking awesome...) My letter will be concise, brutal, hysterical, and culminate in a sincere thanks to old idiot-head-Dorf for all of the traffic his stupidity led to my bitchin-ass new website: I'm thinking that I can get millions of people to the site, and, I'm fucking crazy, if this store isn't up, I'll probably leak this clip anyway. So, gentlemen, let's get a store on my site, and rake cheddar, hard....Thanks,

I hope this message finds you well, when last I saw you, you looked absolutely beautiful and happy. That made me happy. I want you to know that the joking around I did in FHM was for no reason other than to create awareness of my bitchin-ass new dvd project, "Steve-O: Paparazzi Stuntman". I also want you to know that I'll certainly never have sex with a truly famous chick, because they all surely know that I would incessantly brag about it. I love that I masturbated in your bed and made fun of myself in the media for doing so. It sure is a funny way to defend a woman's honor, but, dammit, I didn't get any ass, and I needed to tell the World! Wahoo! In seriousness, I want you to know that I've never wished any harm on you. I really mean that, Nicole, I really do. OK, so, don't worry about me having a ton of footage of you or anything, quite contrary, this is all I got: Here's a trailer for the project. I hope you're kicking butt, Nicole, you were really cool to me and didn't need to hear about me masturbating in your bed, even though, I still think that shit is fucking hysterical. I miss you...

From Knoxville;

That's right steve o,milk this fame shit for all its worth.its ridiculous anyway,so why not make it more ridiculous and get rich off of it.I am just hoping your high school guidance couselor is watching(mine too because she was hot!!) I saw you on the tom green show and thought you were may have been fucked out of your gourd,but you were aren't deceiving when you told celebrity girls not to sleep with you because you will talk,"I CAN'T HELP IT!!" Ha ha ha...I am still laughing about that and make reference to it about twice a day.pure madness.and honesty.aint nothing wrong with that esp when you are not hurting anybody.just like rog said ," all you want in an artist or a drug dealer is honesty."its true,and you my friend are both. Knox

Ryan Simonetti,
I already began the process of securing the rights to the name (edit). Dad thinks I'm getting ahead of myself, but I think we should have done this years ago. I just got done agreeing to let one company build an Internet store for, they will take and fill orders. Can you write me up a business plan for how you could manage this skateboard company for me? I'm thinking about printing boards after they are already bought and paid for (by allowing 5 weeks for delivery), so that we won't ever have to worry about misjudging inventory. I think we can take over the skateboard industry. I'm hosting the FOX Action Sports Awards, it's going to be another one of those "17 million viewer" deals, it would be CRIMINAL not to be selling skateboards! Let's make it happen, please "reply all". Thanks, brutha! -O

"Well, I see rap music as something silly that makes alot of money, and, technically, I'm really silly, and I make alot of money, so, shit, I figured I'd just go for it, ya know, be me, brag about all the cool things I've done, hang out with the most famous people in the World, and make a bunch more money. I became a rapper, and I've been having a blast!" Steve-O

Watch Steve-O rap, and get over to, I want the most hits in one day an asshole like me ever got! Thank you, I love you all, Steve-O

P.S. When the store is up, orders will show up well before five weeks, agents are just greedy pieces of shit, that's all. Wahoo! My Internet Revolution is on!!! ...

November 4, 2006

From Me To My Sister
I appreciate your concern, r.e. the PADS segments from National Lampoon's TV: The Movie. Really, thank you. The truth is that it was acting that you found so upsetting, and I know what the fuck I'm doing. You're going to have to explain to me where our enlightened souls are headed to after our simply irresistble bodies have expired, because that's the only question I don't have a perfectly fucking good answer for. As for your "Steve-O sends the president of TMZ so many e-mails, it's annoying" rhetoric....consider yourself very wrong. When it comes to generating publicity, I am very good at what I do. I make people happy for a living, and I make a very good living at it. Am I saving my money to blow it at some later time on cars, women, houses, and such? No. I'm saving it for you, Cassie, and whoever your beautiful spirits see fit for. Period. You can't spend money when you're dead, and I'm only in this life to make sure that it's remembered forever. You're right that I've been going through a tough time-- it's hard as Hell to be the #1 Box Office dude that's staring down the barrel of the rest of Life being "second rate". That's all there is to it. It's hard. Now, I've got some good news for you, it's not all downhill for me from here. Not even fucking close to "all downhill". Rather, my life totally rules. It's still going to end, and that still pisses me off like crazy, but, my attititude is decidedly good. So good, in fact, that I heard myself tell a lady, in my hotel room in London, "Babe, this sucks, I ran out of condoms, I've got no rubbers to hump you with." That slut, believe it or not, responded by saying, "I've run out myself". I'm going to continue with this, despite it's lack of "appropriateness", because you need to hear it. After the slut told me that she was "out of condoms" herself, I asked her if she would like for me to ejaculate right in her mouth. She said "yes". I did. Nobody got hurt, I had a great time, and that girl will certainly brag about the experience for the rest of her Life. Cindy, I am not a bad person, I don't hurt anybody but myself, and, I'm a tough guy...I can take it. Life rules, I'm aware of that, now, stop worrying about me so much. You've been starting to piss me off. I love you, very, very much,

October 29, 2006

Lindsay Lohan
Harvey, Receiving an e-mail from your personal e-mail address (as embarassing as it is for you to continue to subscribe to AOL, regardless of whatever new gimmicks they incessantly shower you with), is an honor. Fuck AOL. More importantly, fuck the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus, for making it an "American tradition" to abuse animals. I used to be a guy who needed to be in the circus, because all I know how to do is act like an asshole, make people laugh, and spread joy around the World. I want to thank Lindsay Lohan for personally driving to my place to pick me up tonight, so that we could brag to each other about being "..1 box office movie stars", and have an absolute blast, taking a break from the incessant "pecking" the World does at "A-List celebrities". Haha! That's right, we had a really good time....Thank you, Lindsay! OK, Harvey, I'm going to "serve up" your story here, I told Lindsay Lohan that I want to save animals, that I love the circus-- and hate animals being abused in circuses all over America (note that Europe makes America look like shit by actually having laws that show some compassion for elephants, bears, tigers, etc, for "God-f-ing sake", you don't need to have sat through that crappy-ass "King Kong" re-make to realize it's wrong to interfere with the joy of life being celebrated. Let's not celebrate f-ing up the lives of animals in the circus, tell everyone to spend their money on Cirque Du Soleil tickets-- it's always put on a better show. Actually, Cirque Du Soleil is responsible for the best live entertainment on the Planet. Period. Hands down. So, Harvey, the funny part is that I spent the night with Lindsay and her friends, OVERLOADING her with evidence of how I'm "on fire right now"-- I showed her a dvd of my very own new television show (Dr, Steve-O), my imminent solo dvd release (Paparazzi Stuntman), I repeatedly showed her the part that's she's already got in it (and it is fucking hysterical), then....I explained to Lindsay that I demand to save animals, and I pulled out a video camera, repeated to Linsday that I want to save animals, and then I pretty much attacked her with the camera, but, the funniest thing about it is that I actually FORGOT TO HIT RECORD. So, unfortunately, Linsday missed out on having a second part in my new dvd, but, she knows how goddam good my Paparazzi Stuntman dvd is, we'll get her another part before I lock in the deal to deliver and distribute it. I showed her a lot of crap.. Lindsay, you rock, and fuck the Ringling Bros. and Barnum and Bailey Circus-- and every other organization that breaks the spirits of innocent animals for the amusement of a really low IQ bunch of people-- sorry, but it really takes a really low IQ to giggle at animals being abused. As for fur, hey, I eat meat, but I damn well don't wear animal products other than leather-- because I eat beef. That's right, I eat beef, chicken, lamb....drink milk, eat cheese, you name it! I simply, however, don't eat mink, so I think it's an asshole move to kill something and not even bother eating it. So, Lindsay got off the hook tonight, I really did forget to hit record. Doesn't matter one bit, though, because, "if you fuck with Lindsay Lohan, I'll tell someone to kick your ass...." Thanks again, Lindsay...xoxo... Steve-O

P.S. I will be, very soon, launching a completey new website of my own. I am in "tweaking" phases at a temporarly domain name-- meticulously making it the best website EVER LAUNCHED! Wahoo! Oh yeah, people, get ready to be happy-- this boy is on fire! check out the website, shshsh....I haven't "technically" LAUNCHED IT!!!

October 26, 2006

Steve-O Coming to Your Town
I don't need pussy-ass scums of bitches like Johnny Maroney from CEG Talent pestering me about making dollars off me showing up to throw down. I am, VERY MUCH, booking paid appearances where I unleash unholy Hell on stage for an hour and party with everyone all night. Here's a clip from last week in Boise, Idaho. To book Steve-O shows, contact the William Morris Agency, love you all, Steve-O

October 24, 2006

Mission Statement from Steve-O
The media has changed changed, unbelievably, in just the last year. With TIVO rendering television advertising dollars completely impotent, the Internet making legal release forms obsolete, and viral video escaping the editorial sword of the FCC-- completely... it has beome a FUCKING JOKE! In short, the Internet is important, and that is why my relationships with EzBoard, MySpace, TMZ, and YouTube are so important to me. I communicate with my fans, directly, every single day. Period. That's me, fame is all I ever wanted (mind you, one must be careful what one wishes for), and fame is what I got. I intend to be the captain of the largest, and most loyal, fanbase on the Internt, by continuing to try my ass off to be as talented and funny as I can possibly be. I will let fans know about it-- every single day. Attached is a jpeg photo of ONE of my fan's tattoos, ALL of them are of me. Let's keep this Internet party going. I'm just getting warmed up... Love you all....Steve-O
P.S. Everything I've given to you guys individually (celeb websites) has been exclusive, for your leaking, from me to you, I love you all....more to come.....-O

October 23, 2006

Steve-O For PETA
Michelle, thanks for the mail, I'd love to videotape an interview for PETA. On my first day working in the circus, when I was instructed to "stay the fuck away from the elephants", it really set in that something very wrong was taking place. Truthfully, it dawned on me that the circus owners had no confidence whatsoever in their ability to control the animals. The tassles on the prod might hide the metal hook from the audience, but it was never hidden from me. The worst was a magic act involving a "disappearing tiger". That tiger spent it's entire life being loaded from its "magic" cage (hardly longer/wider than the tiger itself) into another (of roughly the same size), which was only materially different in that it was hitched to an automobile. I don't believe that tiger ever got to run a distance further than the equivalent of two lengths of its own body. I remember one cage-to-cage transfer turning into a debacle that almost killed someone, causing me to realize that that tiger truly never got to experience life outside of those cages. I am all about speaking out against the abuse of animals. I'm in NYC right now, flying to LA tomorrow, let me know when you want to shoot the interview and I'll advise my availability. Thanks, Steve-O

Steve-O, This is wonderful news! I must say, this was just about the best email one at PETA could wake up to! Your knowledge about this animal industry is impressive and your public disapproval of it will surely prove to alleviate animal suffering tremendously. Thank you in advance. We have small offices in New York and Los Angeles and we can shoot the interview at a time and location of your convenience. I have a conference with my colleagues at our HQ in Virginia next week, to brainstorm pitches for your interview. Would you give me until next week, when I'll give you a shout with a list of questions for your approval? We are really looking forward to working with you and thanks again. Please call if you have any questions. Best, Michelle Cho, PETA

Michelle, I'm not worried about approving any questions, you guys can ask me anything you want. I can't believe I wrote that e-mail to you without mention of the public relations lecture we received at Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Clown College, in which they said, roughly, "If anyone asks you about animal abuse, you have no opinion. You are clowns, fall down or something, we don't care, as long as you don't open your mouth or say a word." That was their message, and I can't wait to call them out on it. I've got a light schedule from tomorrow through the 29th. Just about any day will work, and I'll be in LA the whole time. Best regards, Steve-O

Gosh, you are making this quite easy- thank you! I have a few questions for you actually. Do you want the interview to be on a more serious note, or a bit more light-hearted with a serious message? There are so many ways we could approach this and we'd love your creative input. I have to be honest- hearing you on the Tom Green Show, I couldn't believe that you weren't a PETA campaigner! You touched on every major point with such conviction that no matter how serious or comedic our official interview is- you are going to save a lot of animals. What do you think about next Thursday, the 26th? Wherever is convenient for you is where we can do this. Our office is in Silverlake, but I can meet you wherever and it shouldn't take more than an hour. Do you want grooming services or anything like that? After the interview footage is cut by our A/V folks, we'll get you a copy and upon your approval, put it on our main website (, our animals in entertainment website (, and pitch it to International press and all the wires. Do you, by chance, have any personal b-roll footage of yourself skateboarding or doing what you do best, that we could include in the final cut of the interview? Let me know how Thursday looks for you and we can proceed from there! Thanks for being great, Michelle

As of late, and as I'm sure you can imagine, my family and friends have been expressing serious concern about my lifestyle choices. In my career, and in my life, I only intend for there to be one victim-- ME! I've slept well at night, because I don't hurt anyone but myself, and I am very, very proud of that fact. I would like to get that message across, as well as everything I've shared with you, plus a whole buch more, in this interview. I want to make my family proud of me for fighting the right fight, the good fight, for making the World a better place, and living a life that I am endlessly proud of (my entertainment is geared to "make cancer disappear"). This interview presents me with a meaningful opportunity to not only save as many animals as possible, but to diversify my image, to show the World that there is more to me than the idiot that gets really drunk, smokes lots of pot, and hurts hiimself. With that said, let me thank you for being so open to creative input. My thinking is that the interview should be very serious, yet light-hearted at the same time. The last thing I would want is for "preaching" to inspire people to tune away from my message. To keep it entertaining, I'd like to comedically promote FAKE fur and FAKE diamonds. Let's face it, they look just as cool, and don't cause humans and animals to suffer needlessly. Before I continue, let me own up to you that I eat meat and wear leather and suede skateboarding shoes. It is my belief that the healthiest diet is one that includes meat. Enough said. I like the traditional American Indian philosophy, which holds that, if one will take a life, one should use every last resource that life provided, and preserve the Earth in doing so. I won't feel bad about the meat I eat, or the shoes and clothes that I wear, because I very, very deliberately live my life, each and every day, to honor, cherish, and respect each life that was lost for me to continue my mission in the life that I have. Again, I am so thankful that you reached out to me. Let's make this count! Let's make sure that my interview is aired on every network on television, during prime time. I'm a very hot commodity right now, want to save animals, and could really use some positive press, as well. My only request for the interview is that fake fur rugs and fake diamonds be supplied for my comedy portion of the interview. That just about covers it on my end, and, the 26th will be perfect. Thank you, thank you so much, Steve-O

October 22, 2006

I have exciting news, I am a born-again skateboarder. This 32 year-old, who started skateboarding 21 years ago, is RIPPING, HARDER THAN EVER!!! And, I'm only fucking getting started..... See for yourself....Love you all, Steve-O

October 19, 2006

Hey Everyone, I can't believe the amount of hating going on all over the Internet. There are actually people out there who are voting my stand-up comedy as "whack"! They must be stopped! VOTE ME DOPE!!

Check out Steve-O on the Tom Green Show

October 18, 2006

Steve-O Talks Smack
This is two minutes and thirty seconds of exclusive footage.....from me to you. Love you all, Steve-O

October 17, 2006

Steve-O and Chris Pontius rocked the WWE ring last night on RAW

October 13, 2006

Hey guys, this is really funny footage (very quick, unlike the thirteen minutes I sent you all yesterday, haha!) from last night: Click here to check it out KEEP VOTING ME DOPE!!! I gotta run to the airport. Anyone in Boise, Idaho, get ready, I'm performing two nights in a row...I made them change my flight back to LA to get me earlier, in time to rehearse THE STUNTS THAT I'M DOING IN THE WWE RING AT THE STAPLES CENTER ON SUNDAY NIGHT! WAHOO! I've got a tv show coming soon in the slot immediately after WWE on the USA Network, it's called "Dr. Steve-O" and it's fucking rad! Watch WWE on Sunday night! Yeah. Now, I've got to get back in the mindset of doing a proper show-- truly fucking myself up on stage for forty minutes. AAAHHHH!!!! Love you all, Steve-O

October 12, 2006

I want to thank you all
for receiving my messages and, especially, for voting for me on TMZ.COM so many times. I've got a deal for you, some serious, serious, shit. Watch the following footage: (Laugh Factory: 1, 2, 3, 4) and, if you think it's DOPE, then please, VOTE ME DOPE! I truly love you all, I do what I do to make you all happy, I really hope that stand-up comedy act makes you happy. I'm performing again at the Laugh Factory tonight. Let's really, really run up the numbers on that rap shit. Thank you all, much love, Steve-O

October 7, 2006

Hell fuckin yeah dudes! TV The Movie out in HMV and all that fuckin shit in the UK, October 9th. Holy shit, get that fucking thing. It didn't come out in theatres in the UK, but I happen to be prouder than fucking shit of this goddam movie. Comes out November 3th in limited theatres in the USA. YES! YES! YES!

Also to the people who can't watch this, it's because you don't have Quicktime installed. If you install this codec pack you should be able to watch 99% of things out there. K-Lite codec pack

Check out this new rap song from Steve-O the gangsta. Also please go to and vote it dope!

August 2, 2006

Hey Everyone. Wow, do I have a assload of news for you. I just got back from Fiji and Australia, where I filmed a Wolfmother video/Jackass: Number Two MTV special episode with Knoxville, Bam, Weeman, Preston Lacy and Dave England. It was awesome. Now, get this, next month I have two movies and my own television show coming out in America. That's right, I'm the leading man in National Lampoon's TV: The Movie, which comes out on September 8th and Jackass: Number Two comes out on September 22. The television show I have coming out is produced by the same company that created Real World, Road Rules, The Simple Life, Billionaire Rebel, Starting Point, etc. It's a big company and my "on air pilot" will air a week after Jackass: Number Two comes out. My new Sneaux shoes commercials have begun to air (as of August 1st, yesterday), I'll be presenting at the VMA's on August 31st, all over the FOX Teen Choice Awards (around the same time), I'll be on Leno on September 21st. I can't even keep up with everything that's going on, I've got a new Steve-O World Tour launching in January, my own t-shirt/clothing line coming out, more shoes, a new BallBag Inc. Steve-O dvd release in the works, a record deal in the works to record a Steve-O comedy gangsta rap album. Haha! Everything's going great, get ready to see me everywhere! Yeah dudes, love you all, Steve-O

May 15, 2006

Hell fuckin yeah dudes! I just got back from filming Jackass: Number Two in India, it's set to come out in theaters on Septmber 22. It feels great to be home and there's plenty of shit going on. Sneaux shoes are selling great, I've renewed my contract for another year, so expect more ridiculous commercials and keep buying them darn good shoes. Now, if you want to be a star on my new television show, keep reading this whole page very carefully: the show is being produced by the creators and producers of The Real World, Road Rules, The Simple Life, Billionaire Rebel, and a ton of other shit. The company is fucking huge and my new television show is going to rule. We're going through boxes of tapes, and we want more! I've decided that this talent search will continue, you've now got THREE MORE WEEKS to get tapes to us. I mean this shit, for real, if you want to be on tv, read on, love you all, -O

I am looking for all kinds of people, but first and foremost you have to be at least 21, live in the United States, and breathing. If you think you have the kind of personality, special skills, or are just funny enough to be a star...make an audition tape and tell me why. If you simply need help in becoming a radder person...make an audition tape and tell me about. You get the point.

I am especially interested in people that can perform cool tricks. For example, if you can juggle bowling balls while riding a unicycle, or if you are double jointed and can consume soft beverages while doing a one arm handstand, let me know. Maybe you are some sort of a circus freak or a clown, you have a special 'skill', or maybe you or one of your friends can do some sort of Stupid Human Trick. Whatever it is...just impress me and send in your tape! However, I DO NOT want any tapes of you or any of your friends doing any dangerous stunts where someone could get hurt. I'm not interested in that and won't even watch it.

When you make your tape, just remember to be yourself and have fun with it. I want to see your personality and why you think that you should be on my show. The tape should be about 3-10 minutes long. It has to be a DVD or VHS. Sorry, you can't email your submissions. Be sure to include all of your contact information.

Finally, if you know of anyone that would be perfect for my show, be sure to send them this information! You might get something out of it.

Send tapes to:

Steve-O Casting
Attention: Steve-O
6007 Sepulveda Blvd.
Van Nuys, CA 91411

If you have any questions about your casting tape, logistics, or anything at all, email one of the Producers- Russell Jay at

DISCLAIMER: By submitting my video application, I hereby acknowledge that I have read and agree to the following. I understand that BMP and/or Steve-O is not recommending or advocating that I participate in any stunt or risky behavior for purposes of my videotape application. I fully understand and agree that participating in any stunts or risky behavior is completely unpredictable and dangerous and could possibly result in serious injury or even death. If I choose to participate in a stunt for purposes of submitting my application to the website, I do so completely voluntarily and knowingly, and I am fully aware of the possible risks involved and solely assume said risks. I acknowledge and agree that I have read this disclaimer/warning and I accept full responsibility for my actions. In no event whatsoever shall BMP its directors, officials, shareholders, parents, subsidiaries, affiliates, agents, attorneys, licensors be held liable for any injuries or damage that may arise out of my voluntary participation and assumption of risk by participating in such stunts!

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