Yesterday ML and I went to the annual
Sweet motherfucking baby jeebus fuckity fuck fuck FUCK. Whoops, sorry 'bout torching your marshmallow kid. Now stop fucking crying...
As is usually the case, Mini Edward was indeed in attendance but unfortunately I didn't get any pictures. Due to the high alcohol content of my first drink(s), Mini-E got, er, kind of lost and wasn't unearthed until this morning. Either that or ML threw him under the car seat on purpose. Regardless, I was without my trusty sidekick and was forced to watch a bunch of grown men play "Bros Icing Bros" which is quite possibly the stupidest, most idiotic drinking game I have ever heard of.
“‘Icing’ — or ‘getting iced’ — is a drinking game that’s rapidly gaining popularity amongst office workers, tech and media types, and college students. The rules are simple: If a person sees a Smirnoff Ice, he or she must get down on one knee and chug it, unless they happen to be carrying their own Smirnoff, in which case they can “ice block,” or refract the punishment back onto the attacker. In order to dupe people into stumbling across the beverage, participants have devised creative ways of presenting them with Ices, like strapping the bottles to the backs of dogs or burying them in vats of protein powder.”
I can't wait to pull this on Snarkier Than You. I'm 99.99% positive we can twist this around to incorporate Twilight somehow. I mean, it's almost too easy, what with the word "ice" being used. And let's think about this -- when you get Iced you have an icy cold (albeit totally fucking disgusting) beverage, you have to get on your knees and chug it.
On your knees. And swallow. An icy liquid. Get it?
Okay, fine. I might have to rethink that one.