The Scope: After years of self-inflicted pain, the biggest Jackass personality has given a whole load back in the form of this fuck-awful new album.
 
Listening to this record, you get the distinct idea that gravely-voiced Mr O has genuinely lost all contact with reality, made none more evident on the bonus DVD than by the nervous/disbelieving looks on the faces of his production team when he's dropping jewels like 'Check out my hand, grippin' on my cock. Y'all better fuckin' know I'm hard as a rock'. Some better uses for the plastic used to make this record would be a ten pack of cockrings for spider monkeys, a plastic dog-shit with Steve-O's face printed on the tiny pieces of corn in it, a blank CD that you could put something better on like recordings of people taking runny shits on hot coals, or maybe a small batch of bumper stickers that say Steve-O is yet another talentless cunt with a record.
 
The Wrap: Where's a cockring factory when you need one?
 
Texjah