B.B.Y.Y.
The holy grail of weed that only Ludacris and stoners who can still walk know about. It’s so good it makes your brain scream.
I just hit a B. B. Y. Y. and now my brain is doing the Macarena.
My dog ate my B. B. Y. Y. and now he’s talking like a philosopher.
I told my mom I got a B. B. Y. Y. and she said, 'You’re getting high again, aren’t you?'