One night I had a house party, and I drank two 4 Loko's (watermelon and blue: worst flavors!!). I don't remember the party, I just remember the end. I had two hours of fierce, hot sex with my new boyfriend, and ended up cleaning the house till 11 AM before I passed out.
I played a really metal metal show and had a few beers. I then went back to my friend's house. Night of Demons, or something, was playing. I'd never had a fourloko before, and my friend had stockpiled some. I drank a quarter can and was wrecked! I had to have my girlfriend drive me home, as my world was spinning and consciousness fundamentally altered. I WAS LOKO'D!
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Chugged about two after i wrecked my new mitsubishi and this was around 5:00pm, i woke up the next mornig with 55 stitches in my forearm laying in the recovery room at the hospital..... this drink needs to be destroyed....
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Okay first off, a good representation of the night, and this amount of four loko+alcohol split between four people: myself and three male friends.
Pretty fucking insane. If you can't see the picture, we bought 10 of them, one of each flavor and a few doubles, a bottle of captain morgan spiced rum, and a twelve pack of Lionshead. way ridiculous for four people. We drank furiously, slamming down the four, sloshing four in huge beer mugs with the captain, and annhilating the twelve pack almost immediately.
All of a sudden, a massive crash, as one of the boys slams a window down too hard in all of his four loko superstrength and glass covered the kitchen. This lead to an all out thrash fest intended only to destroy the entire house. Breaking other dishes and glasses ensued, as well as extending rolls of toilet paper throughout, and wrestling / rolling around in the mess of broken glass and sticky bullshit.
One of the boys attempted to initiate sex, and turning him down abruptly because I was only interested in destruction, he is filled with rage and races out of the house barefoot and up the street screaming madly. I, in turn, become enraged, and attempt to take a bicycle up the street to look for him, failing miserably as I fall immediately and destroy my knuckles on the street, creating an open bloody gash on my right hand.
All of a sudden, the other roommate, a girl, comes home and is mortified of the destroyed house. Drunken madness ensued as she begins fighting and screaming with her significant other male, and I get involved wrongfully, and after telling me off, I get upset and grab my keys (oops) to attempt to search for the one who ran off earlier. I have with me a half drunk can of four.
She comes outside attempting to stop me from leaving and grabs my keys and starts walking away. I make a futile effort to stop her by throwing the half empty can at her, and it douses her from head to toe. She freaks out and grabs my face with her nails SO HARD and punches me square in the mouth twice. I fall backwards and then start crying like a little bitch and take off dramatically in my car.
While driving I catch a glimpse of the one lost boy and the significant other running through yards and leaping over fences like track runners after eachother. I follow them with my car to see them rolling around wrestling and hitting eachother in the middle of the street. They keep going and make it to the train station. When I get there, I become so enraged by this sight that I grab the one who tried to initiate sex, and start slapping him angrily and grab him by the throat (presumably in the fashion of the girl who hit me earlier) and try to take him away from this public place. It doesn't work so I decide to drive to Atlantic City?
In a flash I was there, which is strange, and not memorable. Considering I was coming from Egg Harbor City, its a decent drive, but I guess I had a blast.
Blackout time. Suddenly I'm on New York Avenue as I've crashed my car into the curb. Several men, who's faces I can't recall, approach me, and are shocked to see me I presume because my face is a bloody mess and I'm crying and in desperate trouble with a completely flat tire. Well like good Samaritans, they assist in changing my tire, but before they can get the hubcap on, I become paranoid and some strange four-loko force within me told me to flee the scene. So I take off with the door open, without saying thank you -.- and head back towards ???? wherever/????
I wake up the next morning in the boy who I slapped's truck. We're in Linwood, in an esteemed neighborhood in front of a huge house and the sun is agonizing.
At some point after fleeing the scene I got in contact with him and he met me at McDonald's where we preceded to have a fist fight , I have no idea why, but I guess it was in the spirit of the night. He told me it was pretty brutal. We treated eachother like worst enemies. WHY?!? I LIKE this kid!! In fact, we all love eachother and are great friends. The only explanation I can have for such rage would be the four loko.
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Pregamed at my place and had one Four Loko, then apparently went to the bars. Didnt realize I didnt have my id for the nxt bars we went to. Went out to my friends car thinkin I left my id in his car, passed out. Cop knocks on my window, saying "what are you doing in this random car. Your pretty drunk, do you even know where you are?" Told him it was my friends car, and that I was downtown Green Bay infront of a bar. He didnt believe it was my friends car so he asked me 20 questions and made me get out and stand in the cold until bar close. Woke up & didnt have my phone, shoes, purse, id, debit card, wallet, keys ect..it was a very expensive night.
So I'm hanging with this new guy. He picks me up with a friend and we go to her aunt's house. We get there he give me my 4 loko and I sip on it and was like 'Oh. This ain't shit' WRONG!? The room started spinning after I drank half then a shot of vodka appeared in front of my face. I toss it back. Whoo damn. After a few tooks of some weed I was handed and the rest of the 4 loko I found myself in the basement, against a washing machine getting my brains fukked out by this linebacker built ass dude! I woke up the next day and my whole effing body was sure.
drank two fourlokos, drunk dialed the kid i had a crush on, found out he didn't like me, sobbed hysterically, got naked, wrapped myself in a cheetah-print snuggie, and proceeded to wander around my dorm telling people about my heartbreak.
i drank 4 fourlokos at some bitches house and i died
It waz new years and my boyfriend had been already drinking heavily when he defied a 4loko would be a good idea. By the end of the night I wouldn't have sex w. Him so he broke up w. Me as I was leaving he started to cry.. He woke up the next morning to a pissy girlfriend not knowing why.. Hm damn u loko
I made loko bombs with orange vodka and cranberry lemonade. Then drank them with friends and didn't puke. TOP THAT NERDS!!!!