After my successful icing, the VP vowed to get revenge on me. So I snuck into his office when he was out to lunch, checked his bag, and sure enough, he had left the office earlier and bought an Ice at a nearby bodega.
Instead of waiting for the inevitable icing that was coming my way, I decided to flip that **** on him. Because I'm such an awesome bro, I stole his ice and hid it in the top shelf of his desk:
Later in the afternoon, I dropped by and asked if I could borrow some tape. He reaches into his drawer and said "Aw ****". That's right, bros: Two icings in one day.
Later that day the company made a very iffy deal that lost them a crapton of money. A certain VP is under departmental review.
i just got iced by someone that i didnt know knew about the ice. my sister and her boyfriend heard about it on the radio on their way home, went and picked one up, and then went to my house. i got home 20 minutes after they arrived (they waited for 20 mins with no idea of when i was returning or where i waS) and as they see me drive by my house looking for parking they hide behind my neighbor's steps (close rowhome type area)
i walk up to my steps and there is a smirnoff ice waiting on my front doorstep with no one in sight.. my girlfriend is walking with me and she knows nothing about icing bros but i say "did I just get iced?" but i was thinking to myself, 'wouldn't whoever ice me wait around to see me drink it?'
then my sister and her boyfriend pop out from my neighbor's house and yell "you got iced" it was pretty funny because I hadn't talked about it to anyone in my inner circle yet really
anyway, after downing the ice in about 4 seconds, I got major "ice burn" it was like heartburn but worse, the carbonation had an accompanying burn to it that lasted about 15 minutes and was very painful
cant wait for my week at the shore, there are going to be so many inner family icing of bros..
I really thought I was going to be the first one to deliver an icing
He came into my cube and we started bull****ting about whatever. He then looks over at my gym shoes (we have a gym in our office) and goes, "Oh, are those Jordans?" I say yes, then he asks to see them. I hand them over, only to find a nice warm ICE in one of them. It's been sitting in my gross shoe since Friday. Ugh.