McDonalds party!

[Cops]

Yeah I wasn't being too serious about the matter although if you really wanted to go to brooklyn for hamburgers I'd go with, lol I'd have a hard time telling people that I went to brooklyn to get hamburgers. I'd probably lie and say I went to get crack or something.

[cundor]

I'll take the first plane!

[bloodzombie]

I am sorry, but I am bot going across the entire country to get a $3 cheesebuger.

I'm sure they'd let you pay 4.

[Cops]

Anyone read the story about Steve-o smugling marijuana? It's pretty funny I might have to find it later and post it.

[Emaho]

wtf sad fucker! Doesnt he got pretty much money already?? loser..

Btw i fucking hate Mc donalds its just crapfood! Only for guys with titties!

[Da1andonly]

wtf 3$ for a cheeseburger?!

[Cops]

wtf sad fucker! Doesnt he got pretty much money already?? loser..

Btw i fucking hate Mc donalds its just crapfood! Only for guys with titties!

Make some sense for once, just once that's all I'm asking.

[Cops]

Anyways here's the steve-o story.

Swedish Prison
By Steve-O
June 4, 2003
At the airport in Norway I decided on swallowing a condom full of pot. I loaded a bunch of marijuana, a chunk of hash, and a big rolling paper into a condom and tied it off. I was an absolute trainwreck at the time too, just wasted as could be. So, this package turned out to be much bigger than I should have probably gone for, I couldn't swallow it on my first two tries but, determined, I managed to get it stuck in my throat on the third try. The situation turned into an absolute nightmare virtually immediately. Holy crap. I was frantically trying to puke it up. It didn't seem that I could get it to go up or down. Mike Liddle was filming me and someone should have been filming him, because the look on his face perfectly summed up the situation: totally fucked. I was puking up all kinds of blood and getting nowhere fast. I was so freaked out, on my knees, puking blood, blood all over the ground, I was convinced that I was about to choke to death. Liddle suggested that I miss the plane and that he and I get help and take a train to Sweden, but I said fuck that. So, I got on the plane and felt as though the package was in the back of my throat the whole time. I've never made more swallowing motions back to back in my life and each one hurt. Terrified still when we got to the hotel here in Sweden, I laid down and slept all day. Ì woke up twelve hours after swallowing it and still felt like it was in my throat. I made a timid attempt at puking again, but failed.
Twenty-four hours after I swallowed it I was finally convinced it wasn't in my throat anymore, but that my throat simply received injuries from the whole ordeal. All I could do is hope that the goddamn shit comes out of my ass, so that my dream will come true: to dig pot out of a pile of crap, roll a joint, take a hit off of it and say, "This is good shit!". I wish what I went through on nobody, so don't try it at home kids.

Who is your favorite international drug smuggler? That's right, fuckin' Steve-O! Seven days after I swallowed that goddamned rubber I pooed myself a stash-o-roony. I'm ok...not gonna die of intestinal strangulation and I'm just baked as can possibly be.

The day after I crapped out the poo-rubber the gang and I were headed to Denmark. As I walked out of the hotel, I got ambushed by a whole pack of plain-clothes Swedish police officers. I asked the one pulling me along by my arm if it was some sort of joke and that seemed to piss him off completely. I figured these guys didn't have shit on me because I smoked all the pot and felt sure that I didn't have anything illegal on me. They threw me into a car and brought me to the police station where I welcomed them to search my belongings. How those assholes managed to not realize that the entire arrest was being videotaped by Mike Liddle (as well as every other stage of "poo-rubber 2") is beyond me.

They searched my shit found a pill of ecstasy in my bag that I really didn't know it was there but, once they showed to me, I figured I'd probably be in Sweden for a while. I still think it's funny that they didn't find the actual still shit-smeared and empty condom, which was in a dvd case and also in my bag. It soon turned out that a search of my hotel room provided them with a marijuana twig, which they were visibly overjoyed about. I politely told them that I didn't care to discuss these matters until I had an attorney present.

Their next move was to take me to a nearby hospital, draw blood from me and put me through a state-of-the-art x-ray machine which, according to them, revealed a "foreign object" somewhere inside of me. Upon my return to the police station I was provided with a change of clothes (Swedish prison attire) and taken to a special cell with a one-way mirror for a wall. I was told that I would be allowed to have a blanket and a pillow, but that my hands were never to be out of sight under either of them. They actually meant it too, because periodically, while I slept, a guard would open the door and yell, "Hands!" That totally sucked. There was no toilet in my cell but, when I buzzed for a guard to let me crap, I was led into an adjoining room with a crapper that had an evidence bag for a toilet bowl. Some of the guards said that me crapping wasn't anything that they hadn't seen before. I told them I thought it was pretty funny that the Swedish taxpayers were now paying them to do my job- play with poo.

After a couple of days the US embassy set me up with a lawyer who accompanied me to a "detention hearing" which would determine if they would keep me locked up or not. When the prosecutor asked me, before the judge, what I meant when I said that I had been "joking", I told him that I thought if I could say something that would force Swedish police to play with my poo, it would be funny to me. As those words were translated by the interpreter, the situation became distinctly less funny in the courtroom. My Swedish lawyer later assured me that those words shot down any chance he had of getting me out. So, back to my cell I went where I was curiously in a wonderful mood. I was genuinely grinning from ear to ear, figuring that no number of interviews I could be doing, back to back, for five days in a row, could ever garner the amount of publicity I was surely getting. On my fifth day of detention, after nine offerings to the evidence bags (one of which had been a false alarm), I was taken back to the hospital for another x-ray. The new x-ray, according to them, revealed that I still had the foreign object (which they described as sharp, one centimeter long and half a centimeter wide) inside me and that it had travelled only three centimeters since the first x-ray. Apparently that's not good. Anyways, it became clear that whatever it is or was, it wasn't going to come out anytime soon. I think that put the prosecutor in a tough spot because, although I'm sure he was as happy with all the publicity as I was, he felt that he was starting to look like kind of a butt-nut for keeping me locked up for so long with his ultimate suspicions showing little hope proving to be true. I was figuring that my stay in Sweden would last long enough to not only ruin the end of my tour, but cancel our new tv show before we even started to film it.

The prosecutor paid me a visit (coincidentally at the same time as my Swedish lawyer) and told me that it was silly to keep me locked up and that if I would confess to possession of one ecstasy pill and five grams of marijuana I could pay a fine and be on my way. Well, the following day anyway. Overall, it was a shitty, shitty experience but, I have to admit, they brought me books to read and let me smoke cigarettes (they even let me buy cigarettes in there). The most important thing I feel I can say about the experience is that I'm not sorry for anything I did to get arrested in Sweden. I'm absolutely not sorry that the story ran on CNN, Dateline, Celebrity Justice, MTV News...pretty much every news source everywhere. I am sorry that everyone was so worried about me, especially my family and everyone that was counting on me to start shooting our new television show. The good news is that I got out, I have no more court dates, no probation, no limitations on travel. Nothing. I walked away from the whole ordeal scott-free, the case is closed.

I am currently in Africa with Pontius, Tremaine, Dimitry and the rest of the crew. We are up against the most ambitious production schedule ever, our new tv show is going to dominate and I can't wait for all of you to see it. Considering that we are going down the same path of MTV programming that "jackass" once did, let's remember that the three "co-executive producers" and "creators" of jackass were Spike Jonze, Johnny Knoxville, and Jeff Tremaine. It is with ease that this new television adventure begins, because of our proven success and Jeff Tremaine's relationship with MTV.

Jeff Tremaine could have dealt with Pontius and myself virtually any way he, or others, wanted. I'm fuckin stoked that Tremaine, Pontius, and myself all enter this deal signing the same piece of paper, and I thank Tremaine for that.

All that's left to do now is make this fuckin show, and if you don't know it's going to explode, you'll find out soon enough. Let's make a fuckin television show. Wish me luck and thank you all, love, Steve-O.

[ZeUs!!]

I feel you Jason

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[sixtoo]

Yeah I wasn't being too serious about the matter although if you really wanted to go to brooklyn for hamburgers I'd go with, lol I'd have a hard time telling people that I went to brooklyn to get hamburgers. I'd probably lie and say I went to get crack or something.

we could help some doos put a car up on bricks

[zx.]

when u go make sure you try the new McDonalds burger.....

the "McJackson" its a 50yo piece of meat inbetween a pair of 12yo buns

[sixtoo]

good one, lol

[Cops]

...

I understand what he's saying, working at Mcdonalds sucks ass.

[Xog]

I said E-Mail me if you're interested.. I'll give you the date and time of the party.

NOTE: This is NOT a convention. Just a simple little party for those who live near or are interested in meeting a few other ss players. And if you've a good reason, I will pay for your food!

[sixtoo]

me being better then you

does that count xog? lols

no seriously though, why can't you guys live in like buffalo ... fuckkas