four loko tastes like someone pissed in your mouth right after you started sucking on a jolly rancher. and that piss came from a person who's subsisted on nothing but asparagus and coffee for the past 10 days. i'm pretty sure if getting kicked in the testicles had a measurable taste, it would be four loko lemonade. one sip of that was enough to tell me my night would be better off taking my chances with that ambiguous looking thai he/she.
the four loko here is not nearly as high octane as it in down in the states and tastes like an electric anus. didn't like it. i heard the stuff down there rips holes in the space time continuum.
if four loko was a sound it would be bobcat goldthwait raping gilbert godfrey while rosanne barr gleefully shat herself after a dirty chinese buffet for lunch. i swear to god, life is too short to drink it twice. how the fuck cj's managed to do it for hours suggests he is a mutant, welsh or some form of monster, or a combination of the three. they hire crack addicts to suggest crack as a preferable alternative to four loko.
that's like saying the worst part of rape is the salty taste in your mouth. it's what it does to your soul, man.
hah hah hah... just malt liquor. 4 loko is the used and supposed wasted grapes of the gods' own vineyard sent down to earth where no mortal can look or utilize the blessed cursed grape peal except those that have forsaken their own souls. from there on forth it is forged in a vat with the sacred juices of the most exalted excretions of demigods sent to make mortals mad and the flooish rescind their blasphemous vows... example?
4loko did taste like warm bbq sauce mixed with carbonated cough syrup. but honestly, i didn't think it had all that much kick. i guess if you're not used to mixing caffeine with booze it'd be rough - but after years of washing down nodoz with vodka - it wasn't really that bad.
maybe tomorrow i'll do 4 loko and acid, lets see what happens then. just kidding of course. i'm far too anxious to ever think of trying psychedelics.
i don't think turning into jesus would be that bad really. assuming no one tries to crucify me of course....
i've never felt the need to mix acid with anything. it's so fine on its own just opening and slamming the doors in your head.
one time when mixing mushrooms and mdma (is that a "molly"?) i almost blew the doors in my head off their hinges. really wish i had been more careful, because mushrooms are absolutely awesome and now i'm afraid to do them again.
if i am not getting him confused with some other tibber, cj has a very discerning palate and can be kind of a snob when it comes to food. i think, however, that most foodies have an achilles heel, something very pedestrian that they cannot help craving, no matter how much they would be ridiculed for it. i think we've found cj's achilles heel.
no. don't say that mushrooms are awesome and you should do them again. just don't mix them with other things, they have enough oomph on their own. tonnes of fun. just don't do them around assholes and don't eat too many. i too didn't like mixing it with ecstasy. those are both intensity buzzes and its too much.
i kind of hope he does...that kind of calamity doesn't just write itself. while not anywhere near the same level as 4 loko, has anyone else ever tried jeremiah weed? that shit has a syrupy taste that does not get better with the next shot.
i never got acid/shrooms/molly, hallucinating just isn't my thing, blow is the only thing i could very easily see myself going nuts with though. i know myself well enough to stay the fuck away from it, isn't hard these days i don't have any friends into anything other than booze. 4loko tasted like complete ass to me, i'll stick with red bull and vodka.
you don't hallucinate at all on ecstasy. mushroom tickle your brain and senses. acid plays slight tricks and trails but nothing major. the second two also make you giggle your tits off. e will always be my favourite, no doubt.
i have a feeling im never going to be able to adjust to dealing with people outside of the military. people get so offended over the smallest things, and think it's their right to throw a fit about it (behind my back of course).