Back in the sordid past... it was common to dump peenuts in your coke. Then eat them as you could harvest them. But that was long ago, before Jimmy Carter disgraced the office of president. Only recently have I been able to eat them again.
I'd buy Bubba Cola, just for the fun and appearance of it.
My grandson is 4 and called Bubba. Its his little sisters name for him, trying to call him brother. Its one of those things that may stick with him. At least I hope so.
Around here, Bubba isn't considered offensive. In fact, I've got a friend with the name. He's my 2 stroke mechanic. A good one, too. And a fellow Jeeper. He can also hold more beer than you. And I don't even know how much you can hold, but I bet its less. And I wouldn't go around offending him or making fun of his name. Its just not healthy. You get him mad, he'll pound you into the ground like a tent stake.
He's been after me for a few years now. One really hot August day a while back I got him with a snow ball. I have a snow cone machine. And as with many tools, it can be used for good or evil. I prefer evil. We were at a jeep race, and it was hot and stifling. We had my son's motorhome set up right on the main road, and were making snow cones. But the same snow will also make a super snow ball. The trick is to not pack it, but keep it loose and wet. You can't catch it because it just splatters. Its a gift.. how to make them. And I got ole Bubba with an underhand lob, right at chest height. He's got good reflexes got his hand up to block it, and then he wore it. He's been after me ever since.