Bros Icing Feauxs!!!

Attention everyone!!! David Becker is an Ice-Cheater, and has no right to participate in Bros Icing Bros, Hoes Icing Bros, or any other form of that dynamite-ass game. Pictured above, you can see David consuming an illegal Ice. This photo was taken no more than 36 hours after David REFUSED an Ice from me at his home address. David slammed the door in my face while I attempted to Ice him at 11am last Friday morning. He is, therefore; EXILED from Icing!

Frito-Lazy

Stacy's Pita Chips are amazing, and I would never talk shit about Stacy.

Now that I have made that statement, I just want to say EFF the chip-packaging industry!!! I've spent my entire life wondering why chip bags come half-full. It's not always that I'm upset with the lack of chips, because I don't need that many chips anyways. BUTTTTT if you're going to fill half of the bag with air, then why don't you think Pringle, and try to save a little packaging material, you wasteful assholes. You're being so human right now with your lack of sympathy for all of the harm you're doing making those plastic/funky-foil bags. It's time to get real, and think of something different here, people!

HOLY HELL! Nothing makes me angrier than automated voice systems. Eff that technology. I don't care how much of a new-and-improved machine-lady you have, she still can't understand SHIT that I'm saying. It's impossible to get anywhere, accomplish anything, or speak to a human being. I find myself screaming crazily into the phone, "HUMAN! REPRESENTATIVE! REAL FRIGGIN PERSONNNNN!"

It brings out the worst in me, I'm not proud. I AM pissed, though, and I don't know how to avoid it. I used to default to pressing zero over and over again until I was connected to a human, but the more advanced systems have started blocking that option. Isn't the unemployment rate too high? Aren't there people EVERYWHERE looking for a job... ANY job? Someone should try out a new marketing campaign, and offer nothing but REAL people answering the phones. I'd switch any one of my contracts to a company who offered that!

Bayum! You just got iced! May 21-23

Well, the game plays on, haters. Icing is still just as cool as it was last weekend, and I still feel just as awesome about it. Smirnoff Ice is D-sgusting no matter who you are, but I am slowly beginning to learn that there are worse times than others to get Iced. The shit sucks, terribly, but drinking a few is totally worth the fun of Icing everyone else around you. If you haven't started in on the fun, then balls up, you need to!

Finally!!!! Kelli getting Iced :)

I LOVE THIS ONE! Cass looks so delighted. The thing is, these two are getting Iced at a bar. (For which we got in trouble, and almost kicked out. Be careful when bringing Ices into business establishments) Anyways.... this was in the evening, party mode, what's a Smirnoff gonna hurt when you're rippin shots?

THIS; however, is the shitty side of being Iced. This is what I found in my purse on Sunday afternoon, my head throbbing, dehydration nation, and the sight of that THIRTY TWO oz. Ice made me puke in my mouth. It was terrible, but it damn sure got me excited about Icing everyone who looked my direction during LOST!

Here is Jim, demonstrating the Napoleon Dynamite/Queer style Ice.

Luke is famous for the "No Pinky" Ice. Every time.

I just wanna say that this is some of the best form I have seen thus far!

This is the Mystery Ice. I have NO IDEA who this is, where it was, or if I had anything to even do with it. I picked this up sometime Saturday night, possibly on 6th, if anyone has any insight as to who this might be... please... let me know.

LOST, but NOT found.

Well, LOST is finally over. After SIX years of watching that crap, I can't say I'm glad I did it. I hate on myself pretty hard about wasting time watching television, and especially for becoming a huge geeky LOST fan, but this season was by far my favorite. Not because it was the end, and definitely not because it was the best season, but because I finally found the people I was supposed to be with in the ending. We had a kick-ass group of Losties, and made every Tuesday island-er-iffic with feasts and revelry.

I'm not a very religious person, so I was pretty disappointed with the ending. People guessed the "heaven/purgatory/hell" connotations in the FIRST season. Duh! I kept watching in hopes that they would use 6 years of crunk-ass mystery to leave us with something more than a little Bible beating. As much as I'd love to talk about all of the questions I am STILL left with, and give a million angry words on my opinions, I won't. I know that there aren't many people who will read it, and even less people who give a crap about LOST. Goodbye.