Mom, to be "iced" is to be presented with a Smirnoff Ice Beverage, largely known as a 'girls drink' - not to detract from women as they are some of my favorite people.
You are then peer pressured into chugging the drink, if you will, down on one knee in a semi prostrating manner as if being knighted by the majesty himself.
Largely, when iced it comes as a surprise followed by humility and then a looming stomach ache from massive amounts of sugar, carbonation and the fact that you had been 'had'.
This somehow reminds me of my day job. Whether I feel like pressures initially made me choke it down and now Im feeling worse for wear or what. All I know is that it does not leave me the least bit buzzed after the fact.
God save the Queen.
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