The Cheap Bastard's Guide to Drinking Four Loko and Bud Light Lime-a-Rita
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Alice Laussade All the best worst malt beverages one could ever wish for.
Sometimes you're at a tailgate and they've run out of Dallas Blonde, Local Buzz and Lakewood Lager, and you're faced with the choice between a Bud Light Lime-A-Rita and a Peach Four Loko. WHAT IS THE RIGHT ANSWER QUESTION MARK QUESTION MARK. I had to know.
I went to 7-11, enlisted the help of some not-at-all-eager-about-this friends ("Dammit, Alice."), and we began our serious researching.
First, we would tackle the Four Loko. Let us begin by examining the packaging of this fine product.
I know it's hard to detect the Four Loko in this photo, since it is employing clever neon camouflage to hide in its natural habitat, but it's there. Look closely. And the design is perfectly practical: once you puke your guts up from sipping on Peach Four Loko, the can is impossible to find amongst the pure, still-ice-cold, intestinal destruction.
Alice Laussade Four Loko has a practical neon camouflage design.
It should also be noted that even Four Loko doesn't want you to drink Four Loko. This sticker on the top seems to say, "Really? Are you absolutely certain? Because this is the beginning of an awful, awful, future for you."
If you can see Four Loko (despite its camouflagery) and you choose to peel the Peel Here sticker, and you further choose to pop the top, drink swiftly lest ye vomit. The Fruit Punch Four Loko resulted in two out of three testers gagging, and one dry heave with a "Shut up and leave me alone I really might (indecipherable) (indecipherable) Oh God (indecipherable)."
Alice Laussade Four Loko Drunk Test: If you can't get it together enough to Peel Here, you can't drink Four Loko.
We had iced the product thoroughly, so I know that it was not user error -- this was as good as Fruit Punch Four Loko would ever taste. On a scale of worsts, it was somewhere between Kool Aid Man's grundle and the Hawaiian Punch kid making out with your grandma's cigarettes.
Next up was Watermelon Four Loko. This was easily better than the Fruit Punch, but lots of things would have been better than the Fruit Punch (examples include but are not limited to: birthing an alien; bleeding from the eyes; third degree nut burns). The ingredients list on the Watermelon Four Loko likely reads: Watermelon Jolly Ranchers, gasoline, cigar butts, bologna, regret.
Peach Four Loko was the final Loko. And it was the worst Loko of them all. Forget the idea of this tasting anything like peach-flavor. That's just a straight up lie. Plumeria Lotion From Bath & Body Works Out Of Your Great Aunt's Sweaty Cleave would have been a more accurate name for this flavor. Or Floral Couch Death.
Scientific Testing Results: If you are ever faced with Four Loko as a drinking option, only choose Watermelon. Choose no other Loko.
Lingering question: Where are the three previous Lokos that happened before the fourth Loko? Is this like Multiplicity? One Loko was actually alright, but then they kept making copies of it and things got worse and worse? One thing's for sure: if you drink a Four Loko, you will have nonstop Michael-Keaton-and-Andie-MacDowell-trying-to-kiss dreams.
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