Going into the kitchen, he got himself a can of Bud.

There is so much of Bud in him, she thought.

He came up to within ten feet of Bud, and stopped.

There were three or four cases of Bud stacked against the wall.

No damage or casualties were reported as a result of Bud.

But there was no sign of either Bud or the mystery plane.

But no one said anything as he sat the young girl down in a booth and bought her a bottle of Bud.

An open can of Bud was sweating cold between her thighs.

Just cut the whole thing down to the lowest pairs of large buds, one or two feet above the ground.

His old room made him think of Bud and Jack.