Conversations With Bud

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Bud: I’m ready. Where’s my parade?
Me: Ahem...excuse me...
Bud: You heard me.
Me: Yes...I’m just not sure I believed it.
Bud: It’s your fault I’m not in New Orleans today enjoying Mardi Gras; the least you could do is throw me a decent parade.
Me: You’re kidding...right?
Bud: A BIG parade.
Me: ...erm...
Bud: With lots of floats. Beads. Doubloons. And women showing off their puppies.
Me: Puppies?
Bud: Take that as you will. And Human, I want a marching band in shiny outfits....hmmm...Yesss...maybe some soldiers in fancy uniforms...why not?...AND...a TANK! YES!! NOW we’re TALKING! GET ME A SQUADRON OF JET FIGHTERS TO FLY OVER THE ENTIRE MESS AND...
Me: Bud? Are you ok?
Bud: Sorry. Had a couple of Big Macs as a midnight snack and woke up feeling a little 45ish.

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Nice costume.