Oh, so you guys weren’t kidding about four Loko.

I can handle my drinks. I’ve had nights with 15 plus shots before 2:00 a.m.

So why on God’s green earth did “””only””” three cans of this evil liquid firmly plant my ass onto the floor? It tastes so good, I didn’t realize it was happening until like 30 minutes too late. And then I decided to open the third can.

God is dead and they squeezed his blood into these fucking cans.