Four Loko Tattoos: Bad Life Choices Involving Novelty Energy Drinks Marketed to Children
Just when you thought you were done with Four Loko, well, think again.
He'll never live this down.
The terrible drink may be disappearing from stores near you, but there's a very good chance you'll run into its likeness again, even if you don't have the pleasure of sippin' that sickly nectar again (or ever if you were lucky).
Just be happy that you have the convenience of forgetting that the night you don't remember ever happened at all. The following
jackasses fun people (and that guy to the right, thanks to Google Images) are branded for life.
(Also, check out the Four Loko drinking game via our friends in New York.)
We're pretty sure this was illegal even before the can was banned. Taking the edge off before getting inked is a good idea. Doing it with something that thins your blood is just Loko:
Thanks to Diplo for the tip on this one. Claims she's his new girlfriend. M.I.A. can keep her gold chains and rangs and thangs. This chick's got some real swag, and she's in it to win it:
Four Loko would probably work as paint thinner too.
This guy's either a bum or a championship motorcycle racer. But since he's on the subway, we're gonna go with the former. That's some pen-and-needlework for sure:
Loko Four the win. (Oh, and tha game = dumbass olympics.)
This post is full of reasons to be embarrassed for humanity, but this takes the cake. Explain that to the grandkids, bro. "You see, there was this stuff we called 'blackout juice ...'"
Four Loko = high efficiency bum fuel.
This chick gets it right. Sorta. I mean, she wouldn't last a day in Havasu with that sort of lack of dedication, but she'd actually remember those precious few hours spent by the lake:
Which hurt more -- the tat or the story behind it? Less permanent. However, less Loko too.