Ice 101 … The liquor I got my little brother first wasted on. He came to visit me in college for “Sibs Weekend.” Most people took their siblings to bowl, or stroll around the campus, or to the mall. But not me. We got drunk in my dorm room and smoked awful, cheap cigars and strolled across campus to a real life college party. I think he had a good time, other than vomiting Ice 101 out of every facial orifice. At least it wasn’t projectile … this time at least …