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sidewalkslam: went with a couple of friends and downed around 8 lokos collectively. somehow managed to wander with another friend into a very upscale neighborhood where we tried to start a riot. somehow got 8 followers, screamed at an old couple and got hit by some guy in a car. thats where i blacked out. apparently i procceded to get up and beat the shit out of the guy who hit me, ran into the woods and fucked up a cop car while no one was inside. fucked a girl i met, puked on her and ran away to find more drinks. apparently i didnt make it because i woke up in arizona. i live in california. i still dont know how i got there. my friend blacked out during our run for more loko.
Loko: 340
Not Loko: 269
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D-money: So my friend and i had 3 four loko's each in about an hour. it tasted like old wine but i soldiered it out and drank them both.. w the last thing i remember is my roommate standing on our other (jerk) roommates car hood and taking a shit on his windshield. i woke up with no pants or boxers...just a trader joes bag and a construction vest on. my roommate came back around 10am saying that he was woken up in some bushes by a guy walking his dog..
Loko: 340
Not Loko: 293
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Loko ono: Did a power hour with a Loko not knowing what it was. Passed out at a party, got lost on my way home. Was found by my guy friends in the guys bathroom crying in the stall, when they moved me to the bigger stall i started screaming "he left me for a fat ugly girl with big gums!" "big what?" "GUMSS! LIKE A HORSEE!" I then went back to their room where i forced them to play christmas music for me to "dance" to, it was april. When they told me to go to bed i told them that I was the night owl and they were my owlettes and i tell them when the fuck to go to bed, and it is their bedtime!
Loko: 338
Not Loko: 257
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Manuel: So my friend Newington and I were staying at this dude Ivan's house in New York City. And we get bored so we go to Thompkins Square Park and start drinkin' Four Lokos in the park with these fuckin' hobos. We drink like 3 cans each of loko and split 3 slammers (four loko mixed with a 40 of malt liquor). Next thing I know I'm in this van that smells so much like gasoline you'd think it would blow up, with like 8 hobos, and they're all drinkin' the Loko. All of a sudden this giant hobo starts screamin "get me outta this car", and we're like "Wait dude!", and he slides open the door and tries jump out, turns out we're on the Williamsburg bridge, so like 5 people are holding this screaming 6'5 massive hobo in the van all accross the bridge while he's trying to escape. We eventually get him in, and he and his hobo girl friend start beating the shit out of each other for like 15 minutes till we reach Ivan's house where we're gonna party. We end up making it there have more four lokos, and Ivan is fuckin' pissed we brought these bums over. He says they gotta go because they all have dogs and he claimed they were pissing all over his house, which I don't doubt. So the big hobo gets up in Ivan's face sayin' he'll kill him, and this other hobo starts talking to the big dude in Polish and he calms down out of nowhere and starts hugging the girl he was fighting back in the van. Then we left. I don't remember what else happened, but me and Newington got banned from Ivan's house the next day for all the hobo trouble. Totally worth it.
Loko: 338
Not Loko: 262
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Yeti: Had my first Loko the other nite...liked the feeling and had my second...then third...i woke up the next morning in an elevator with 7 empty cans of loko and sharpie inked all over my body...almost 13 hours elapsed without me remembering it...oh...and it should also be known that my dorm building doesnt have an elevator...i found myself in a building in downtown Manhattan.
Loko: 338
Not Loko: 274
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big daddy: Drank 3 four lokos with my kid. He`s missing.
Loko: 338
Not Loko: 282
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whatwhatinthebutt: 3 four lokos Saturday night paired with a slew of other unintelligent beverage choices, & I wake up naked next to a fully clothed-semi hot guy, an empty bottle of wet platinum, and without my anal virginity.
Loko: 337
Not Loko: 283
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Grant: Bonged Three Four Lokos, broke into a house I plan on living in next year, told random people to go fuck themselves, got kicked out of 2 bars, puke all over myself, went to go shower off, wake up 3 hours later to my roomates banging on the door, ended up flooding the bathroom and the entry way.
Loko: 337
Not Loko: 292
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Jamal: Mayne, I was meeting my girlfriend's parents for the first time and was really fucking nervous. It was a 2 hour drive to her rents house so I figured I'd drink a 40 or some shit on the way to loosen up. While at the gas station I see these 4loko's cheap as SHIT! I'm talking like $1.50. Well I drank two. I have no recollection but I learned in the morning we showed up and I was wearing a bandana trying to sell her dad a zanax. Proceeded to almost fight when he declined my offer and I ended up shitting (this drink gives you mad shits bro) on her mom's curtains
Loko: 336
Not Loko: 265
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Four Nojoke-o: Went to visit some bros and started off the night with 3 cans of this death juice....that's the last thing I remember. Apparently, we got sick of sitting around and walked to the store to continue getting our rage on. On our way, I miserably failed to dropkick a tree and proceeded to tear the back of my shorts and put a 12" gash in my leg. In the store, I ripped off my shirt, had a flex-off with the old lady behind the register with blood dripping down my leg, and got kicked out by the manager. A few hours and a bunch of tackled mailboxes later, I woke up on the bathroom floor with blood soaked shorts stuck to my leg, throwing up dinner/Loko/blood and crying like a little girl....thanks Four Loko
Loko: 336
Not Loko: 273
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