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HIVers laugh at your ice........
Our Founding Fathers had a particular penchant for reducing the temperature of their
anal apertures, hence, ice and icings play an intergral role in the HIV experience.
Over the years, many methods to contain and present the ice have been attempted,
all with the aim of "improving" the icing. Here is the latest attempt in all it's glory.....
On the evening of July 23 2007, in the middle of a chilly
winter in the Goldfields of Western Australia, a hardy bucnh of HIVers gathered at Munster's house
for the start of the CCXIII R#n.
Being the middle of winter and being a cold evening is the perfect time to
drag out the ice, and true to form, a bag of ice was waiting to be christened by the hare's arse. But the ice lay in it's
usual dreary location, on top of an esky. Pretty plain and functional method of icing.
That was until Lazy Route and Muka
Puki went for a pre-r*n piss around the side of Munster's house and discovered a dirty,
un-loved shitter sitting forlornly in the dark.
You fucken bewdy!!! This will be perfect for HIV to lay their ice in.
So out it was dragged, covered in years of dust, skid marks in the bottom
of the bowl, ready for a new lease of life as The Throne of Ice.
In a semi-serious tone, Munster
implied that this new aquisition was to only be of a temporary nature, as he had plans to use that filthy crapper in some
domestic renovation project that he was about to carry out on his shed.
He should have know better. Finders keepers was invoked and we stole the bloody
thing from in front of Munster's eyes. Once the HIV has it's mind set on something, especially
something that involves cruel results on both sides, then it is done.
Now thoroughly ingratiated into the HIV circle ritual, The Throne of Ice is
going from strength to strength. Arseholes are being fervently frozen, ring pieces are being ceremoniously chilled and
butt cheeks are being brazenly turned blue. A bit of reinforcing was added to ensure the longevity of the Throne under rigorous
treatment and punishing weights. And a few decorations have started to appear, such as a pressed-metal portrait of our patron
saint, Paddy Hannan. With such affection, the Throne is sure to be with us for some time.
Long live The Throne of Ice.....
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