B.B.Y.Y.
The king of all weed. It’s so good, it turns you into a monster who just wants to eat pizza and laugh at your mom.
I hit B. B. Y. Y. and turned into a monster. My mom cried pizza.
My dog hit B. B. Y. Y. and started chasing my uncle like he was a ghost.
I told my sister I got B. B. Y. Y. and she said, 'You’re gonna die of happiness.'