We used to do the ice bucket thing 20 years ago on the last night a cook worked in my kitchens when I was a Sioux chef. 5 of us would catch you at the end of the night with 5 gallon pickle buckets full of ice and salt.
It was an honor for you to get ice bucketed by us, you didn't get it if we did not like you. And five guys with 20 gallons of below freezing water would stop you in your tracks and take your breath away.
Today's ice buckets are meant to do that, make you do something you don't want to do that actually physically hurts when you do it like we do.
But that only works between real friends, it's supposed to hurt, it is supposed to be something you don't want to do, and we are supposed to enjoy forcing you to do it.
But I can guess about now that you don't like being the victim of a practical joke either? Margie hates em too. I on the other hand am the king of practical jokes, I love the whole thing, and yes getting me back in my restaurant days was hard to do, but both the joker and myself loved the whole thing.