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I was at a hookah bar I regularly visit and I sat across from a guy I had never met before, but for whatever reason he had it in his head that I was some sort of celebrity and needed Four Loko immediately, to which I obviously did not object. However, after consuming three of these and five shots of Jack Daniels in the span of a little more than 60 minutes, I was shit tossed. For some reason I decide to drive, and half way home on the highway I realize that I cannot see ANYTHING. I proceed to pull over on the median of the highway, drunkenly stumble out of my car, and vomit over the guard rail. I then get back in my car, drive another 20 yards or so, and come to the same realization again that I cannot see anything. I then pull over into the median again, turn on my caution lights with the last bit of soberness in me, and vomit over the guardrail again. After this point the story was told to me by my own mother, who I apparently called and asked her to pick me up from the middle of I675. She shows up, and not more than 30 seconds later a squad of four sherrifs arrives behind her, she then proceeds to negotiate with them to keep me out of jail while I am still puking all over the guard rail and yelling obscenities. I'm then rushed across the highway to my mother's car, abandoning mine, and driven home. On the way, I decide it would be smart to vomit all over the side of my mother's Saab. She doesn't enjoy this. We pull over half-way home and I get out to blow chunks for the umpteenth time and two more police cars show up behind us, but pull away after about 20 minutes of me hurling. We then get home, I collapse with my head in the toilet and wake up somehow in my bed wearing backwards pajama pants. Needless to say, it was a relatively Loko night.
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