Bros have been Icing Bros all over the place, man. And it's getting to be a dangerous world out there.
If you've been under a social-media rock and haven't heard the term "Icing" yet, it's when you are presented -or tricked into discovering- a Smirnoff Ice. Yes, that deliciously disgusting Malt beverage that tastes somewhat like lemonade and cat piss and vodka all at the same time. If you get "Iced", you're supposed to immediately take a knee (or both knees, if you're a lady like me and donning a skirt at An Tain at 5Pm and end up Iced) and chug the whole thing in one sitting (kneeling). Gross. But everyone's doing it. And I have yet to get puke on my shoes.
Your only defense is to keep an Ice handy to Block your icing (if so, the original instigator is supposed to chug both. OUCH) with your own bottle of Smirnoff Ice, ready in hand. But carrying around a Smirnoff Ice just-in-case is about as lame as you can get. Might as well store it in your fanny pack while you re-strap your Tevas.
Anyway. Dear Boyfriend was iced while performing the other night, which made for some stellar comic relief. In the end, he discovered it was Mike's Hard Lemonade and he was indeed duped by our friend, who had the bartender pour the equally-disgusting malt bev into a pint glass to conceal its real identity.
Regardless, I present to you Motherfucker Just Got Iced. It's a jam.
If you've been under a social-media rock and haven't heard the term "Icing" yet, it's when you are presented -or tricked into discovering- a Smirnoff Ice. Yes, that deliciously disgusting Malt beverage that tastes somewhat like lemonade and cat piss and vodka all at the same time. If you get "Iced", you're supposed to immediately take a knee (or both knees, if you're a lady like me and donning a skirt at An Tain at 5Pm and end up Iced) and chug the whole thing in one sitting (kneeling). Gross. But everyone's doing it. And I have yet to get puke on my shoes.
Your only defense is to keep an Ice handy to Block your icing (if so, the original instigator is supposed to chug both. OUCH) with your own bottle of Smirnoff Ice, ready in hand. But carrying around a Smirnoff Ice just-in-case is about as lame as you can get. Might as well store it in your fanny pack while you re-strap your Tevas.
Anyway. Dear Boyfriend was iced while performing the other night, which made for some stellar comic relief. In the end, he discovered it was Mike's Hard Lemonade and he was indeed duped by our friend, who had the bartender pour the equally-disgusting malt bev into a pint glass to conceal its real identity.
Regardless, I present to you Motherfucker Just Got Iced. It's a jam.
