Four Loko Is Unbelievably Disgusting
I enjoyed Sparks in college, even though it tastes like Sweet Tarts and you might as well just have a 5 Hour Energy and then a 40.
But Four Loko is unconscionable. It tastes like Sparks that has been vomited into your mouth; it tastes like stomach acid and bile. Why anyone would ever taste Four Loko and decide it was a product that could be sold to willing customers is a mystery. I have only tried the “Orange” flavor (the only thing orange about it is the can, which looks like a skateboard shoe store exploded), but I imagine the other flavors are equally heinous.
I struggled to have more than a few sips of Four Loko. None of the three people who sampled my Four Loko accepted a second taste, and one didn’t even swallow. Four Loko is a joke played by “drink executives” (there must be such a thing) on kids, because no one who drinks this is an adult, no matter his age.
I repeat: Four Loko tastes like vomit.
(Updated: I have some new drinks to pitch you.)
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