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Mentally -- that's another story. How else to explain Steve-O, a guy who's swallowed, then puked up, live goldfish, snorted lines of wasabi, and has repeatedly stapled his scrotum to his thigh -- a feat, performed at a Louisiana club in July, that led to his arrest on a felony obscenity charge. (He will be arraigned in December and has said he'll invoke the First Amendment in his defense.) ''My motivation is to be remembered long after I've passed,'' Steve-O says. At his funeral, he'd like his loved ones to play the clip of him getting schnockered with the aid of an IV drip filled with vodka.

But will these guys be remembered after ''Jackass''' last hurrah? Their charm certainly goes beyond the typical frat boy's -- Toffler claims that in test screenings, the movie scored 10 to 15 percent higher with young women. Knoxville has a lot to do with that, and he's already tested his appeal in such mainstream studio fare as ''Deuces Wild,'' ''Big Trouble,'' and ''Men in Black II.'' Now he's sporting a goatee to star in the indie road movie ''Grand Theft Parsons,'' about the late country-rocker Gram Parsons. ''I like having control,'' Knoxville says, explaining his attraction to the indie world. ''You feel kind of helpless when you're on a set and you have no say whatsoever. I don't want to be in any more of those situations.''

Meanwhile, Pontius will play a bad guy in ''Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle''; Wee-Man will appear in the boxing dramedy ''Bashing''; Steve-O is busy touring in support of his two special-edition videos; and Margera has talked to MTV and the FX channel about an ''Osbournes''-esque reality show featuring his parents, Phil and April, frequent ''Jackass'' prank victims.

Though some Jackasses are hoping for a sequel, Knoxville won't be there: ''It's not like I worry about tarnishing our legacy, because it's all about tarnishing. But I don't want it to become trite. So it's done.''

Back at Camp Pain, we're loaded up on Teddy Grahams and suds in a rental car Knoxville borrowed after much cajoling. Rattling around the dirt road that loops the lake, he picks off a chair with his front bumper, then slams into a sign -- there goes the passenger-side mirror -- and nearly spins us into the drink as we pull to a bouncy stop. ''Well, that could have ended really bad.'' Knoxville smiles. ''Or really good.''