I'm not a regular round these parts but wanted to share a story nonetheless.
Dinner last night, we're celebrating someone's birthday, at a posh steakhouse in an upmarket part of the city.
In the middle of our mains, out of nowhere, one of the guys takes a knee and chugs a Smirnoffs ice (sic). WTF? Nobody saw or set up the ice. He's too red to respond to our inquiries. His girlfriend finally pipes up --
"I told him I wasn't wearing any panties, and had it tucked in a garter".
A short while later, cake is served.
(this wasn't the exact cake, but it was identical)
And finally, the coup de grace, gifts. I save mine for the bar later, and present a Spanish guitar. The guitar is gift wrapped in an obvious and haphazard fashion (it's clearly a guitar). A Smirnoff Ice has been carefully placed inside the cavity of the body near the neck, secured with tape and bubble wrap. The perfect fit means the only way to expose it is to smash the guitar, and there is a band-aid on the body with inscription "Smash me open, bro" instructing exactly that.
One rendition of "You give love a bad name" is all this poor guitar enjoys before suffering a comprehensive death by piledriver, Ice in tact, and a beautiful knee on an otherwise balmy evening.
A short while later in the same bar -- one of our party comes over to me, hands me an ice, and proclaims excitedly "you've been ICED bro HAHAHAHAHA".
Pics to follow, on someone else's camera
Last edited by dennison; 06-12-2010 at 02:33 AM.