Four Loko, more problems
I have a secret, and that secret is that I still have three Four Loko stashed in my basement fridge.
When I'm down to my last can of the incredibly potent, now-reformulated hijinx fuel, I'll write a little something about it, but for the time being, why not read what happened to Justin Bell, friend of the Carillon and managing editor at the Gateway, after I gave him a can. And the first paragraph is a story from real life. I was pretending to be Tommy Wiseau.
I do want to issue a correction though: it doesn't make you want to watch wrestling. You lose the attention span for it.