For the uninitiated (lucky) people who have never seen either of the two earlier debacles, it goes like this: A group of adolescent men with frat-like mentality sit around and talk about what they can do that would be dangerous, messy, humiliating, last at least five seconds, and be funny - in that order of importance. When they've come up with 40 or 50 episodes, they get a production crew together and either cast them selves or find other simple-minded guys - actors not necessary, just lacking in inhibition - to do the episodes.
It's a kind of crude take-off on Candid Camera without finesse, and with the cast of onlookers filling in as the explosive, over done laugh track. For no particular reason, little or no clothes are worn unless getting dunked or slugged with unpleasant goo (or in a couple of cases, urine).
And what do they do for laughs? About 45 scenes that begin with explanation, anticipation, the few seconds of routine and an open ended blackout. The routines? A huge hand that bops people as they walk up to it, playing with a loaded beehive as tether ball, romping in a very muddy corral with a herd of angry buffalo, a naked rear lofted that emits geysers of soft stools on command, running a gamut of stun guns & cattle prods, driving a scooter through a real showcase window, a tooth pull, a penis pull, a ram jam (don't ask) accompanied by the tune "There's a party in my pants & you're invited." Vomiting, defecating, urinating are frequent attempts at humor. A variety of shots are regularly aimed at a naked or nearly naked groin.