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skeeter: drank about two four lokos... ended up hooking up with the fattest chick at the party... took her home... fucked her... woke up the next morning with her there and a huge blood stain on my sheets...
Loko: 182
Not Loko: 114
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zapata: with 1 loko i was stripping in a party then got home and threw up all over my boyfriend twice
Loko: 181
Not Loko: 123
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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: 181
Not Loko: 135
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big daddy: Drank 3 four lokos with my kid. He`s missing.
Loko: 180
Not Loko: 125
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@MarinaBoyProblm: Started off a night in Austin with what I like to call Livin' La Vida Loko shots (jager bomb into Loko). Three hours later my buddy got his tooth knocked out by a bouncer and broke his iphone. I wound up in the attic of a Super 8 covered in glowsticks. #supportloko
Loko: 180
Not Loko: 116
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Grrrr: Stop posting BS stories
Loko: 180
Not Loko: 120
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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: 180
Not Loko: 115
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hamtown: Decided to try out 4 loko. Drank 2 of them to pregame then went out to the bars. I didn't drink anything at the bar, but I totally blacked out. the rest of this story was gathered from security footage at the bar. I tried to steal several bar stools from the bar. the bartender immediately flipped out so I caused a scene. after I got kicked out I pushed over some giant barrels of oil outside. About a week later I went back to the bar because I had no idea this even happened. The bartender recognized me and called the owner. He showed up and tried to fight me ... he's also a good friend of my parents. 4 loko is insane.
Loko: 179
Not Loko: 124
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Jack Lev: drank 2 lokos driving with my gf. fuckin homeless guy stole my car when i left it wit keys in ignition. got on my gf's little sis bike and chased him down. blacked out... i have no car. no bike. girlfriend dumped me. 4 loko ruined my life
Loko: 179
Not Loko: 129
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FearlessRob: Last weekend in Baltimore I drank two 4 Lokos then found out I had to move my car because my street was going to have weekend construction. I promptly moved my vehicle then proceeded to continue boozing at a few nearby bars before my memory failed me entirely. The last thing I remember was starting to walk home, proud of myself for having avoided driving home drunk or paying for a taxi. Next thing I know it was 6:45am and I was in bed still wearing my shoes and my contacts. Several of my knuckles were split and there was part of an orange construction fence entangled on my coat. I set out to retrieve my car before it could be towed, but alas, it was nowhere to be found- not even in the city's two impound lots. FOUR AND A HALF HOURS OF WALKING LATER I found it on a sidestreet in the hood, at least 3 neighborhoods away from where I thought I parked it. Textbook Lokomotion.
Loko: 179
Not Loko: 127
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