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.

Download it now! Link to iTunes Store

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 morning! All these smoking hot southern belles come waltzing in like they fuckin own the place and my friends jaws hit the floor. And the best part was not only were these girls incredibly gorgeous, they brought around sixty-five 40’s with them. I guess the chicks we know had told the other girls about our little game, and the Texans thought they had what it took to hang with the big boys. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into. So right away we start off with some whiskey shots, then body shots of tequila, and some interesting shots of Ouzo out of some girls perfectly round ass-crack. Needless to say the night was starting off pretty good. So after about an hour of pretty heavy drinking, one of the girls starts saying how she is going to whoop our asses in Edward 40 hands. Yeah right. You see the trick to Edward 40 hands is you have to pee right before you start, and drink both 40’s really fast so you can get un-taped and go piss. Otherwise your fucked and it will sit in your stomach to long and you’ll puke, or piss your pants. So we tape up all the girls and ourselves. But we changed the rules a little bit. The losing TEAM has to do a bun run, guys vs. girls. Well lets just say it wasnt a fair fight, because we had been doing this for years and these girls were borderline drunk already. What happened next was so funny I almost pissed my pants watching it go down. A couple of the girls actually finished pretty quick, but by then all us guys were done. And hammered. The ones that finished immediatly puked, then started fucking with the ones that still had their hands taped! They were tickling each other so hard two of the girls pissed their pants! Thank god we were outside. So that set off everyone laughing so hard my buddy threw up! By now everyone was super wasted and after some mouthwash matt and I and a couple of the Texans started getting it on a little. Just stripping them down and playing “who gan get the best rrrrrawlski” it was a fucking shit show. And all the Texans weren’t even finished yet! So finally all the girls finish, take a piss or puke, and get cleaned up. Well since they lost, they had to bun run around the house! Now thank god it was the middle of june and 85 degrees outside. But what the girls didnt know was a couple of my friends went inside and started filling up water balloons with ice cold water. So being the good sports they were, all the girls, 20 smoking hot girls with southern accents, stripped down butt ass naked and started to run around the house. Thats when we got em! Matt brought out the water balloons and we started gunning these chicks with that ice cold water like it was our job! They were screaming, falling everywhere, and laughing their asses off (just like us ). So now their all dripping wet, butt ass naked, horny and drunk. But there were 20 of them and only 8 of us! Watching those nice southern belles turn into vindictive bitches with each other, vying for our attention was something else. It was too easy. We all ended up geting laid, matt and I with 3 each, and everyone else too im pretty sure. ( I dont know because the entire house was like a drunken girls gone wild porno, and Matt and I took our girls in the master bedroom and bathroom for a nice hot shower and bed time) Needless to say, best party ever. And I owe it all to my magical little friend, the 40.

Read the other wild stories from Paul and Eric

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.

By the end there were people strewn about the yard, a dozen hardcore individuals still going strong in the jacuzzi, and around 300 empty 40’s in the recycling. Well played, CPSC, well played.

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The setup comes with the following and magnets to your fridge for easy access:

• 2 x vortex funnels – where you pour in your booze and mixer
• 1 x ‘the mill’ – the paddles mix you drink as it goes though
• 1 x ‘the propeller’ – aerates and churns you drink to perfection
• 1 x ‘the tank’ – fills up as the multi coloured balls splash around
• 1 x ‘the tap’ – where your perfect drink is stored ( you can also add ice here to chill it!)

• 100 year old lumber mill, rooftop bbq, graffiti room,
• Two kegs, 12 handles, thirty-six 40oz’s of malt liquor, 50 bottles of homebrew
• One 6 ft tall pinata
• DJ spinning nasty baby-making House
• 5 beer pong tables, 30 person flip cup game, beer bong
• Paint, spraypaint, paint pens, pig’s blood

The original plan was for all the drunk asses to crash in the warehouse, so we could all get crazy without getting behind the wheel. Destruction ensued: the walls, livers, dance floor, massive pinata, furniture, nothing was safe. And leave it to P.J. to be the only person we know to get kicked out of his own birthday party.

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All in all, the first inaugural Notsoberfest was a hit and next year’s should be even wilder. Check out the photo gallery and see it for yourself.

Well, Google’s got your back with a newly released Labs feature. This one is called Mail Goggles and it’s intended to help you avoid sending those late night or weekend emails that you’ll regret later.

As stated on their blog, “it will check that you’re really sure you want to send that late night Friday email. And what better way to check than by making you solve a few simple math problems after you click send to verify you’re in the right state of mind?”

God bless you Google.

Oh that’s not all though. Two days later, they were arrested and shocked with a stun gun a second time. This time I guess the police were responding to a noise complaint.

As a wedding gift, we at 40cozy would like to send you some of our tuxedo beer koozies. Clearly you are passionate about your drinking, and we’d like to salute your dedication. Sorry you two had to be another victim to the recent trend in law-enforcement of sadistically tasing first and asking questions second. Actually, probably laughing in an evil voice second, and then asking questions.

Read the whole story here.

Excuse me. My friend over there is a little embarrassed. He’d like your phone number. He wants to know where he can get a hold of me in the morning.

The fine people at Sloshspot have created a website that can always answer the question “Where should I go out tonight?” When 4:30 starts rolling around, use that last half hour at the office to actually do something, like utilize their targeted search for nightlife and entertainment to figure out how you’ll regain some of the life that monotonous day at work sucked out of you.