Well on St. Patty's day i was hangin out w/ some friends playing beerpong, drinkin some beam, smokin, and getting generally rowdy when my boy approached me and passed me a small pouch. i peeked inside and to my surprise i found, The Sherriff of Pottingham. [flashback] It must have been like 6 years ago, but we went to Ozzfest during the summer and were having a good time at the smaller stage when we decided to go take a walk around. We ended up finding the "stanky danky" clothing booth. There was a band there signing some autographs. (I only found out that it was American Head Charge when i saw them go on stage later.) they kept shouting, "will somone PLEASE fire up some FUCKING weed?!?!" When they finished signing autographs, i walked over, sparked a J and handed it to one of them. After getting some autographs and sharing some stories we end up chilling at this booth with the owner (stanky) and his cousin (cousin). We chummed it up and actually at one point, they had both left and my boy and i were in charge of the whole damn booth for a while while the owners, armed with backstage passes and backpacks full of trees, were off doing nefarious activities. the majority of the time though, we were 'hired thugs', keeping our eyes on the merchandise and watching out for creepers. nearing the end of the day now... we got a "break" from the booth and went to go see manson and slipknot play. Jolly good show. By this time, its dark and people are starting to file out of the fairgrounds, leaving the lost, incapacitated, and dedicated fans to regroup and attempt an exit. We walked past the booth one last time and cousin greeted both of us with a smile and 2 pouches that stank like some shit. He shook my hand, thanked myself and my boy for our services, and that was it. Upon opening the pouch we found an 8th of some bomb trees, and a brand new sparkling bowl. my bowl got jacked by some a-hole in highschool one night, so i was pretty devistated to find out that it was missing. that piece held more sentimental value than any other i've owned. (not even the zong could compete) [/flashback] i open this pouch that my homie handed me to find the bowl he was given, all those years ago. The legend still lives on. So now, after having to read this long story that means so much to me, and so little to you... Let me introduce you to the Sherriff of Pottingham. never been cleaned. cleaned it as best i could. So thats it. Thanks for listening. peace GC.