Bud: I hate my name.
Me: After all these years?
Bud: It's disrespectful. BUD. Where are we anyways, Colorado? Do I looked stoned to you?
Me: You got it all wrong. Your full name is Budreaux. Because you come from New Orleans.
Bud: Wait. And with choices like Jazz, Beignet and Bourbon, you still had to go with Bud?
Me: Stop complaining. You would have hated any of those names.
Bud: True dat. But I must discover my roots. Next year: Mardi Gras!