Our latest patriotic prints are going to be ready and in our online store next week! Why’d we wait so long to make such bad ass American styled cozies, you ask? Well, we ran a really small run of them last summer, but they ran out quickly. We learned our lesson, so we have a much larger stock this time.
These koozies are perfect for 4th of July BBQs, day drinking, and all other forms your patriotism may take. Buy them up before they’re gone, cuz these are definitely necessary for all dedicated freedom fighters looking to get rowdy this summer.
On Comedy Central’s new show Tosh.0, Pornstar Bree Olson bares it all for an intense beer pong game against Dave Atell, one of my favorite comedians. Bree Olson implements some special talents she must have picked up in Thailand and shows Dave some moves that are illegal in most states.
Whether you’re a reformed offender or still at the height of your drunk dialing, all drinkers have at least once abused the privilege and power of our mobile connectedness.
Late night bootie calls to your bio lab partner, drunken 2am voice mails for your brother on the East Coast, recruiting sober drivers when you wake up in a Korean BBQ joint 12 miles from your last un-blacked-out location - all these acts are made easy and entertaining with DrunkDialer, our latest free iPhone app.
It shuffles through your phone book and picks a victim contact at random. You can press the button to call, or spin the wheel again if your Aunt’s number comes up. This is how we like to get day parties started- sit on the couch, start rifling through our phones, find random phone numbers and invite them over for some beer and bbq. Before you know it, you have a random assortment of friends to help you finish that leftover keg.
Go get the DrunkDialer, build and strengthen friendships over a few beers, and burn the bridges that weren’t strong enough to withstand repeated drunk calls- they weren’t your type anyways.
After scouring for the best beer pong videos, I’ve come to find there are some incredible beer pong skills out there. These people are impressive in their pursuit of beer pong greatness, and equally impressive is their seemingly limitless free time to dedicate to such pointless endeavors.
Well 40cozy has officially found its new hard Liquor of choice: Bacon flavored vodka. I also can’t help but think this would be the perfect cure for a case of swine flu. And yes, this is real, as far as i can tell anyway… you never really know with the internets.
The vodka is made in Seattle, Washington and they seem to take their choice in flavor very seriously:
At Black Rock Spirits, we wanted to take this classic icon and bring it to the beverage world. To match an infusion, we tested recipies for over two years, finally landing at the one true “Bakon Vodka”. And now, you too can enjoy this seductive indulgence.
They also have a few different drink recopies on their site. The “bakon mary”
looks pretty promising, but i would only drink that if it had a real stick of bacon sticking out of the glass replacing the normal celery stalk. Bloody Marys always did seem kinda like a vegetarians drink to me. Not any more.
Unfortunately “bakon” only distributed in four states in the northwestern U.S. Damn those bacon embargoes! You can sign up on the website to have them tell you when its coming to a place near you. I for one cant wait!
Paul C. from Tucson is one of the 3 finalists for GorillaMask’s 40oz story contest. One thing though, Paul: Half of our company is Latino and/or dating one, and we don’t appreciate anyone smacking our ladies up. Or any ladies for that matter. Keep that in mind or I’ll cut you, puto. Here’s his forty ounce story:
I was on a 40 oz. (Old English) tear that summer. My best friend and his Dad would pick me up an we would cruise the city drinking 40’s in his Dad’s ‘81 El Camino. This one particular night the Old Gold was hitting me hard. After I downed my first one, we stopped at a liquor store to get some more. My friend and his Dad go in the store and tell me to stay in the car. They enter and I say “Fuck this!” and head in the store myself with a big shit-eating grin on. I see the store clerk mopping so I pull an Ezel from Friday and fall flat on my ass on purpose and yell “I’m suing y’all!”, bringing down a couple of bags of chips with me. Needless to say, a scene was made. So my friend’s Dad (who we call Cheech cause, well, he looks like Cheech Marin) is buying the beers and making small talk to alleviate any tension I have created. He’s telling them about how he used to work down the street at a mechanic’s shop and how he “came here all the time” and I proceed to beligerantly say “Cheech, shut the fuck up. They don’t give a fuck about that shit. Buy the beer and let’s go!”. The only thing I hear after that is my best friend giggling and the clerk telling Cheech how much the beer is. So, after we get the beer, we cruise for a while we stop at a park so me and my friend can smoke a litlle doobie. (His Dad was cool like that). So, we get to smoking and Cheech, who was a little sad I made him look like a dick, starts fucking with me. We get to fucking around and it turns into a slap boxing match. I give him a good one to his kisser and he gets pissed and proceeds to chase me. He says he’s gonna leave me and he jumps in the El Camino. I jump in the back and try to give him a punch in the shoulder, miss, and end up giving him a good shot to the left side of his head. My friend Raul, his son, said his head actually rattled between my fist and the head rest. This was an accident of course but he couldn’t see that so he zoomed off and left me there to make my own way home. So I’m sitting on a bench thinking about how the fuck I’m gonna get home and some hussies in a convertible cruise by. They could tell I wasn’t a hobo so they asked me what I was doing here alone. So I tell them my Read the rest of this entry »
The second winner of the GorillaMask 40oz story competition is Casey from Michigan. Another casualty to the Edward 40 Hands! My B.S. detector went off with this story, but I do know this kind of thing happens on those rare times when the planets align for a plucky, young collegiate, so I’ll give Casey the benefit of the doubt. Check it:
K here goes,
My name is Casey and I was an alcoholic. Well all my friends from college and I were, but that’s not the point. I live in Rochester Hills Michigan right next to Oakland University. Now I know a lot of you people out there dont know anything about Oakland U, but there is one thing you should know. There are 4 to 1 girls to guys on that campus. And most of the chicks around here are pretty wealthy, thus well taken care of by daddy and amazingly hot. Well my buddies and I used to have house parties at my crib at least 2 nights a week, from the time I was 21 to…. well… now. And one of these such parties was by far the best. We play this game called Edward 40 hands. The object of the game is to finish both 40’s before the other people playing. The loser is the one who either, throws up, pisses their pants, or is the last to finish. And if you are unfortunate enough to lose, then you have to bun run around the house with the whole party taunting you the whole time. Now back to the story. It was a saturday night and I had 6 or 7 of my good friends over, who by the way never pull any tail, EVER. And my buddy Matt, who is the only one besides me who isnt vaginally challenged enough to score some poon. So naturally Matt and I start calling some girls, telling everyone we were having a bonfire and to bring 40’s for the game. Well little did we know that the girls we called had a sister sorority in from texas, and were bringing 20 or so smoking hott girls over with them. So about a half hour goes by and we are starting to hit the sauce pretty heavy, when ding-dong, the girls showed up. It was like fucking Christmas Read the rest of this entry »
We ran a contest with our homies at GorillaMask.net, to see who could send in the wildest story involving drinking one or multiple 40 oz beverages. Here’s one of the winning stories from their reader Eric B. from Iowa, with a pretty ridiculous and tragically hilarious 40oz story:
It was the first time I had every played “Edward Fortyhands” in my Freshman year at college. Before I played it, not knowing what the hell it was all about, I had some…diarrhea problems earlier in the day. So I’m about halfway through playing the game, and I realized that I had to fart. So I let one rip. It was really loud and stinky. Ended up being, I “sharted”! My pants were just covered in my crap and I was trying to run to the bathroom but people were having sex in it. So I run outside and try to depants myself (kind of tough when you got two 40 oz duct taped to your hands). After about five minutes, I finally get my pants off and rip the bottles out of my hands with my feet, the cops show up and I’m in the backyard naked, covered in shit, and totally wasted. I had NO ambition to run. Still to this day, I am known as “Edward Shittypants” all around the college.
Kinda like this, but without pants on and covered in doo doo butter.
Happy 4/20 or whatever. I was meaning to post this earlier today but I got a little sidetracked. Here are some great links for your high selves to enjoy:
Yeah, I umm, well I kinda lost motivation. Sorry. Reruns of The Office are on. Actually, that’s not true, I’m watching it on Hulu. Peace out, burn one down. Wash it down with a 4-0.
Whether you’re a reformed offender or still at the height of your drunk dialing, all drinkers have at least once abused the privilege and power of our mobile connectedness.
Well 40cozy has officially found its new hard Liquor of choice: Bacon flavored vodka. I also can’t help but think this would be the perfect cure for a case of swine flu. And yes, this is real, as far as i can tell anyway… you never really know with the internets.
