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I've had a few Four Lokos before, but the last time I had one was a disaster. It was 5 days before my 21st birthday on a Thursday night and I had a four loko plus a few shots of whiskey and at least 4 beers. And this was before going to the bar, which I somehow got into. I took a lot of Adderall before because I had a midterm earlier and I didn't know it would make me so thirsty and that mixing more than 2 kinds of alcohol was bad. Anyway, I went to the bar, drank more and eventually blacked out while there and woke up in a hospital bed not remembering anything from that point on. Apparently, while walking back to my college dorm, I was yelling random things at people and got knocked for disorderly conduct. Don't remember being locked up thankfully but then I hit my head and got put in the hospital and went home that weekend for fall break. I had been in trouble before at school and I ended up getting suspended for what happened that night plus a brand new case to deal with. Let's just say I would never touch another Four Loko with a 100 ft pole. Oh and I didn't drink or do anything for my 21st because I was not allowed to celebrate it at school or drink period fml. One positive is that I now plan to never got extremely intoxicated ever again. It was not fun.
It was the first night me and my ex boyfriend(boyfriend at the time) ever tried Four Lokos together;; the most I ever drank was 1 and it gave me a pretty good buzz so we bought 2 a piece. The first one I drank down in about 10 minutes and then proceeded to drink down the second one in about 5. After that it gets a little fuzzy;; I went upstairs to go to the bathroom and fell in the bathtub;; didn't realize it til my ex came upstairs to see what happened;; turned out the shower curtain came out of the wall and then I'm told I wouldn't let him go to bed until he laid me;; I told him a lot of raunchy things and woke up the next morning with no recolection of what happened
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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.
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 drank 4 four lokos one night and woke up the next morning only to realize that I was responsible for a plan to exterminate the jews.
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.
i'm 5 ft and 107 lbs. drank half of a Four Loco then went straight to the club . stumbled to the bathroom got hit on by some lesbians and dykes. then got escorted out the club for being underage and drunk =,11/15/2010