Here are some Loko Stories:
slugg:
Gal brought some to a small party at my house for Halloween. Drank 2 and a few shots, have no idea what happened the rest of the night, but was told I took my shirt off and was running around the neighborhood stealing pumkins off of other people's porches. Sure enough, there were a dozen jack-o-lanterns on my porch and puke on the sidewalk. And then I crapped blood for two days.
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BallzDeep:
I woke up the other day with several four loco cans in my sink, blood all over my face, a ruptured bursa sack and five grams of coke. I will never go as Dr. Rockso for Halloween again.
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paul:
last night i drank 4 four lokos, the next morning i have 3 pornvideos on internet
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Gianc:
I went to a party and finished 2 four lokos in an hour. I eventually whipped out my dick and had bitches petting it. I was tripping everywhere. I took a fat hoe to the bathroom and proceeded to get dome. Soon after the head session, I ran into a fence butt ass naked. Thats not even it, I hit my head on a door and was bleeding everywhere. I shouted to my boys D Tanc and Nuchey that I was going to "bleed to death and passed out. I was eventually sharpied all over my face. I woke up at 6 am and found shit in my pants and throw up on the bed... Lokos 4 life!!!!!!!
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derp:
Had a cranberry lemonade Loko and six beers, went to a dance club with my buddies, and even though I hate to dance, apparently I was tearing shit up. According to witnesses, in my flailing I ended up elbowing this girl in the head on three occasions before we left. When we got back to my friend's dorm I desperately wanted to check my email, but my laptop was in my buddy's room, which was locked. Apparently he had a girl in there, but I was unaware of anything other than the fact that my laptop was in there and I needed it right fucking then. I decided to try ramming the door with my shoulder. I ended up breaking the deadbolt out of the frame. I also ended up bursting in on my friend trying to get it on with none other than the same girl whom I had elbowed in the face earlier that night. Needless to say, she ran the hell out of there, my friend got blueballs and a busted door, and I got to check my email. All in all it worked out pretty nicely.
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zook37:
In honoring our friends who have been legally banned from drinking the wonder that is a 4 loko, a group of friends and I (in total 7 girls) decided to have a "four loko fiesta" last saturday night. The evening started off slow, and then changed when we all played kings with our fours. Just think about it, waterfalling with four's. Highlights of the evening: one of the girls peed off the balcony of a third floor on-grounds college apartment complex, one girl's mid-party status "fdour locko fiestas 11111111111111!!!!!! WHOSSSOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEHEH3EHES hahaha IF YOUS MESS WITH THE CBUUL YOU GET THE HORNSDDSSSS!!!!!!", and one girl took 110 photos with no pants on. These pictures helped piece the night together because each and every person blacked out at some point.
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Aspiring Black Woman:
Once upon a time, in North Philadelphia, it was my friends birthday. What a better way to celebrate a birthday than to go loko. The plans were to pre game at my friend's apartment, then get a taxi to the clubs in South Philly. I ended up killing an entire blue razz four loko before everyone even got to the pre game. After a few rounds of beer pong, we were ready to go out. We called two cabs. I was in the second cab, but it was extremely late. While we were anxiously waiting for our cab outside of the apartment, I chugged the second half of my second loko...screamed "fuck this" then chucked the can in the police station parking lot across the street. We ended up getting the cab for two blocks then changed our minds and got let out. While we were walking back to the apartment, I told everyone I was "getting my black girl swag on", because white chicks don't got no swag. I ended up tripping on a curb, tumbling into the street, and spraining my ankle. After hobbling back to the apartment I felt the need to call my boss and tell her I failed to be black. I looked at my phone the next day and realized i was on the phone with her for fifteen fucking minutes. We ended up going back out, but when we got to the party I had to walk my friend home. I hobbled her home six blocks and then hobbled back.
I woke up at 7:30 the next morning to go to work, and I couldn't even stand. Ironically, I was involved in a photoshoot for promotional safety. All day this guy took pictures of me, hungover as shit, in an ankle brace, hobbling on ladders.
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Anon:
I am prepared to drive to Connecticut once a month to stock up on four lokos (FUCK YOU NEW YORK, FUCK YOU)
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