I find that the best way to name a piece is when you are ridiculously high from smoking out of it. I normally just sit and examine it for a while, and something usually surfaces in my mind. I made this steamroller once, put of this piece of piping I found in the ground. (I know, it was pretty gnarly, but it fucked you up) there was a t joint, and about 8 inches length after it, and then a cap, which was rusted on. This was up at boarding school, too, so I didn't have access to a hack saw or anything, but I really wanted to fashion it into a pipe ASAP, so I decided I was going to cut through it with a butter knife. So I get to sawing away at it, and I make decent progress. This kid comes onto my porch to see what I'm doing, and I tell him I'm going to cut through this steel pipe with a butter knife. He stares at me in disbelief, and tells me that there is no way I'll be able to do it. I ask him if he wants to bet on it, and he says sure, he will pack the first bowl (and the bowl ended up being able to fit about two grams, this thing was a monster) if I could finish by the following afternoon. Well, about 30 butter knifes and 6 hours later, I was about halfway through it, and my arm was really tired. I really didn't want to cut all the way through it, because it was getting much harder, so I decide to lean it against the bottom stem leading from my porch, with the cap against the concrete, and drop a big rock on it. This broke the cap off, and I had successfully sawed through a steel pipe with nothing but a butter knife, and a rock. I take it to show the kid, and he can hardly believe me, he thought I was crazy, but I showed him the two pieces, and he believed. (he never did pack that bowl...) but there was still the matter of getting a screen large enough to serve as the bowl piece. Luckily enough, I found a screen that was about 3 inches across in the metal shop of my boarding school, and I knew it was perfect.(I think it was for a vaccumn or something) and I managed to fit it in place. The bowl was about an inch deep, and an inch and a half across, the thing was epic! With a total length of about 10 inches, I named it the steamroller, which wasn't that creative, but I knew just by the look of it, that it would steamroll right over you and get you blazed out of your mind. I didn't get to smoke out of it until I went home, but luckily it survived another two months, untill I got expelled, and I could take it home. One day, I actually renamed it, which my friend will said was absolutely against the rules to do. My friend ian and I packed it fat, and went out to smoke under a eucalyptus tree in my backyard, which we named the nature tree, because it had a very impressive energy. So we were high as hell, and I started thinking about my steamroller, as we were hitting it, I came to the realization that it had been baptised in each of the four elements, earth, water, wind, and fire, and I knew that it was very special. I knew that it had been brought forth by nature into my posession, and since we were smoking under the nature tree, I decided to rename it the nature pipe. Needless to say, the name stuck, and I was very pleased. Sadly, the nature pipe was confiscated by ians mom, when we came back from Santa Cruz, cause my friend Sean had been busted smoking while we were there, and I was afraid I was going to be searched when I got back, so I have it to ian to hold onto. I forgot that his mom regularly searches his room and she found it. We tried to recon it, and actually found it in her room, but he wouldn't let me take it, saying that she would forget about it, and we could take it in a month or so. But she disposed of it and we haven't seen it since. To this day I mourn the loss of such an epic piece. R.I.P. Nature pipe, I will never forget you. /story
^^^ thats an eye sore.. no i do not name my pipes.... except for my red acrylic bong which is named "red rocket"
i have a blue pipe called squidward (lol) and this deep green glass bong called grinch. god me and my friends name pieces stupid fucking shit.
