Bored? Well here’s some links for you to check out. All of these links are fall under at least one of these categories: funny, WTF, interesting, sexy. Now click on these links and enjoy.

Seven Funniest Office Prank Videos

http://twoyoutubevideosandamotherfuckingcrossfader.com/ – The url pretty much explains it all. You can start two videos at the same time and fade in between the music to create your own mashup remix. So get on that mahfukkincrossfader!

Dog vs Man, Dance Battle – Don’t mess with furries. (video)

http://peopleinpizzaslicecostumesbecomingpizzas.com – uh, yeah…

Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit (video)

Best reaction ever (pic)

Drag racing school bus! (video)

I was just emailed a link to GhettoBaskets.com, a site that sells gift baskets filled with the cheapest ghetto staples and ‘what falls off of trucks around the neighborhood.’

A basket might include some of the following ghetto goods: purple drink, beef jerky, pork rinds, religious candle, pregnancy test, doo rag, plastic commemorative plate.

We at 40cozy thought this idea up a while back, but I’m happy to see someone else is actually doing it. And they’re doing it well. The site is bad ass and the baskets are perfect. With one exception. We think they should have a 40cozy in there, because a Ghetto Basket can’t really be complete without some malt liquor.

When is a good occasion to send a Ghetto Basket you ask? According to their site:

You just found out the baby isn’t yours
A loved one was recently released from prison
The tornado didn’t blow your trailer away
Mom found her tooth
You just got your GED
Arbor Day

Go check out their site, and send one of these to your hoodrat/thug friends.

(Note to Ghetto Baskets homies – you should think about adding some of the following: Mexican candy, Hot Cheetos, fake tattoos, bandana, tall socks, menthol cigarettes (or flavored cigarillos), rolling papers, Lil Homies figurines, wife beater, Planned Parenthood condoms. You could have a guy basket and girl basket also, the ladies’ basket having lip liner, etc. Just some ideas. Those are all staple items in our local liquor stores.)

I think by comparing the images of drunks to yoga poses they want to emphasize the comparable health benefits of passing out in public to the ancient discipline of yoga. At least that’s what I get from these images. Quite hilarious how people could get so drunk as to pass out in such positions.

I mean I’ve tried my damnedest to get this drunk, but the craziest situation I’ve ever woke up in is on a stranger’s couch, sitting upright, in nothing but my underwear, body sticky and smelling of whiskey, my hand covered in blood, and the fire alarm going off right out front of the apartment at 150 decibels, with a newly acquired mullet. Hmm, in retrospect that is pretty bizarre. Well, check out these drunken Russians performing some advanced yoga poses. Impressive!

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Found these brilliant 40oz inspired creations over at this blog. They’re art pieces created by Gary Garay, but I think these popsicles would sell like crazy. Remember being a kid and a breeze would bring you the whisper of a melody, just a note or two, and you and your friends bolted like rats inside to grab up some change from your dresser or the couch, because you knew what was on the way? Fuckin ice cream man! If you were lucky, that truck would come creeping down your street. Now imagine if you could have bought a popsicle that proudly displayed your affiliation to the west west y’all? Now if these 40 oz pops actually tasted like malt liquor then there’d really be something to these. Too bad booze doesn’t really freeze.

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.

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 (more…)

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 (more…)

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.

We’ve teamed up with gorillamask.net to give away some cozies in one of their contests.  Tell them your greatest/funniest/wildest drunken adventure that involves a 40 and you could win a pack of cozies.  Stephen has gotten the ball rolling with his own story and we can’t wait to see the winning entries.  Here is how to enter.

Be sure to check out the rest of gorillamask while you’re their, its a great site and has tons of updates every day.

UPDATE: The three winners of the 40cozy prize packs have been selected. NOt surprisingly two of them involved playing Edward Forty Hands. Go check out the sordid tales:

Paul’s Adventure with Cheech, Cheeba, Chollas and an El Camino

Casey’s  Sloppy Southern Sorority Sister Slaying

Eric’s Close Encounter of the Tird Kind