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I recently got introduced to this drinking game known as "Icing" or "Iced". The premise is simple: force a "bro" to drink a Smirnoff Ice, againt their will, at ridiculously inopportune times. The rules:
Basically, a "bro" can come up to you with a Smirnoff Ice, at any given time, and you're forced to get on one knee and chug the disgusting drink known as Smirnoff Ice; even if you're at work, a wedding, graduation, etc.., if a "bro" ices you, you gotta drink. I'm always up for new drinking games and, of course, this one is no exception.
Once I learned the rules of the game, I searched for my first victim. I set my first trap in my buddy, Dyl's, closet:
Got 'em...refused to drink the Red one, no biggie, had others to spare:
Had to get the guy again. Trap numero dos:
There's really no hiding it from it. You can literally be Iced at any given time. Exhibit A - buddy Po, coming out of the shower:
Even if you're coming back from the bars, which you've been at since 6AM, getting hammered rooting for team USA; you get caught slippin', you will get Iced:
T-Money was rooting for Netherlands...dude was just asking for it by wearing that jersey
Tough love, Dyl
Thanks to the homies down in SLO for introducing me to this; had fun Icing you all. Flip, Ryan, I'd be carefull fellas...just sayin'.
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