Here are some Loko Stories:

meloko: tried to pregame for a football saturday with 2 lokos and an assortment of beer, vodka, etc. this was around 2pm. woke up the next morning with no recollection. apparently i made it to the game, and snuck a water bottle of vodka in as well. the friend with me tried to do the same and got sent to detox. once in the game i proceed to ditch the girl i'm with, then walk out after we punt while down a touchdown with two minutes left in the 3rd. convinced the game was over. stumble home by myself, where my asshole roommates lay out lines of country time lemonade powder, which i then take despite them admitting to me that it wasnt blow. i guess i kept drinking til around 8 when i finally passed out. i've tried, unsuccessfully, to avoid 4 loko since.
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PSU Party times: Drank 3 4Locos while playing pong. After blacking out i awoke the next morning to find myself on a couch in different clothes than i remember being in. I was later told that I made out with two girls in front of my girlfriend at the time (hasn't talked to me since), and later puked on the bathroom floor next to my passed out ex-girlfriend. Id say it was a good night.
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Diggler: Drank a 4 loco, after being a chemist all night at the pub. Went on FB, and decided to type a "blacked out comment". The next day i woke up with a hand full of Coco Butter and tissue paper in the other... At least my pants were still on, so is that still considered premeditated masterbation? True story!
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Lisha: 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.
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Julieffinryan: 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. http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1470846205935&set=a.1110700802525.19298.1077014600 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. (What happened) 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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Electro-man: drank a four loko to start the evening off right before a friend's b-day party. so apparently I made friends with everyone in chili's. sang karaoke of michael jackson (while doing pseudo michael jackson dance moves) and ended up getting "with" one of my friends exes. that was an awkward morning and day after. gracias four loko. you complete me.
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The box: The weekend started out with too many fourloko and a bunch of doods that made a bet to see who could "eat box" first. Starting drinking vodka then had two lokos, and started feeling loko. We went to the ugly sweater party, where I found myself waiting by the mistletoe trying to makeout with anything with teeth. I found my mouth attached to a girl with a terrible southern accent. Long story short, I woke up the next morning with a bunch of texts sent out saying "I won." One actually saying to my friend who was in detox, "Yo let me know you're alive...bye the way, I won." I won this weekend thanks to you, fourloko...but when my dick falls off, fuck you fourloko.
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Walktogetherock: I made loko bombs with orange vodka and cranberry lemonade. Then drank them with friends and didn't puke. TOP THAT NERDS!!!!
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LostLoko: As college students, my friends and I were desperate to get drunk one weekend. We ended up paying some hobo to go to the 7-11 and buy us some 4lokos. The last thing I remember is being disappointed that the lemonade 4loko tasted nothing like lemonade. The actual aftermath of the night: One friend goes home with a ticket for having an open container of alcohol on the street/MIP and I threw up on some random guy's lawn/bathroom/my own bathroom. Awesome.
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Bill Cutting: Had a four loko with my brother and herbert. Nothing crazy happened because I'm not a pussy.
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