B.B.Y.Y.
The holy smoke that turns you into a god. You’ll probably laugh at your own jokes and eat all the food in the house.
I hit B. B. Y. Y. and became a god. Now I laugh at my own jokes and eat cereal for dinner.
My friend hit B. B. Y. Y. and ate the whole pizza by himself.
I told my mom I got B. B. Y. Y. and she said, 'You’re gonna be a god, but you’ll still be messy.'