Sup bros? So I was just lounging in my flat stringing up the new acoustic when I got a righteous phone call from one Barry Zito. He was coming over…with my bag of Afghan Trainwreck and some really special news. Brahs, lemme tell you, I could NOT wait to hear what BZ had to tell me.
So here I am on the couch, zoning out when Barry finally makes his way over to my pad about 15 minutes two hours after he said he would. Not to stir up any negative waves, I don’t give him shit about it. We rolled one until I couldn’t take it anymore. Come on, Brother Barry! Tell me this news!
Well guys, turns out I won my second Cy Young Award today. Pretty cool, right? I knoooow. I still remember where I was when I won my first one. My bros up in the Northwest had invited me over for some edibles when Coach Bochy called me with the news. What’s sooo funny about Coach Boch is his GIRNOMOUS cranium. I swear bros, I can’t stop giggling every time I see it.
Well anyway, I thought I’d let my Internet commune in on my little plan for this new award I got. A couple months ago, tragedy struck. The official bong of the San Francisco Giants, Big Daddy Cain, finally went to Stoner Heaven, leaving us pieceless for a whole nine weeks. We used everything! We rolled up Zito’s money, we smoked out of fruit. We even laced some Skunk with Pablo Sandoval’s back fat and smoked that.
I’ve been taking some novice glassblowing classes at the local school, and I’m getting pretty good. I’m thinking about melting down my Cy Young award and making a piece out of that. What do you guys think? We can call the new bong “Cy.” Bitching idea, riiiiight?
