Jocelyn: What the fuck is this? Butter Buds
Catherine: I wish these were called “Budder Buds” and contained weed. Alternatively, I wish they were called “Butter Butts” and contained butts.
I bet these smell like one of those really hearty, concentrated morning pees.
Jocelyn: What even can be said about a product called “butter flavour granules” other than I believe that these are made of pure cancer?
Monica: I’m picturing cabbage patch kids but way fatter. fun, right? “We’re the butter buds! Camman, buds! There’s a sale on pies somewhere in this town and we’re gonna find it!”
Jocelyn: “Fellas, I found a puddle of oil on the sidewalk! Faces down, Butter Buds, let’s drink that puddle dry! Yeah!”
(In my mind the Butter Buds are essentially The Soggy Bottom Boys in nature but with more references to margarine)
Ann: I don’t get most of the references in the everyone’s comments previous to this. However, after seeing Butter Buds, I do get why war happens: Because there are people who are paid to come up with diabolical, needless, weapons of mass destruction and the people who are paying them to do this are power-hungry, sad, angry psychopaths.
Butter Buds is the new anthrax, I guess.
Summary: If you’re stuck hiding from the zombie apocalypse in a storm cellar with noting but your gun and your butter buds to keep you alive…just know that the butter buds are going to outlive you no matter what. They will be there thousands of generations in the future when an archeological crew dig up the remains of a corpse surrounded by zombie bodies and a perfectly-preserved, sealed jar of butter buds. The wise ones from the future will do the right thing and seal off this hellish discovery with cement, or whatever futuristic sealant they use. And never again will the words “butter buds” be spoken by humankind.