good one Charlie
Good mornin errybody!!!
Thibadeaux, Justin and Boudreaux were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.They were eating lunch and Thibadeaux said, “Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch I’m going to jump off this building.”
Justin opened his lunch box and exclaimed, “Ham and Cheese sammich. If I get a ham and cheese sammich one more time I’m going to jump off, too.”
Boudreaux opened his lunch and said, “Boudin and crackers again. If I get boudin and crackers one more time I’m jumping too.”
Next day Thibadeaux opens his lunch box, sees corned beef and cabbage and jumps to his death.
Justin opens his lunch, sees ham and cheese sammich again and jumps too.
Boudreaux opens his lunch, sees the boudin and crackers and jumps to his death also.
At the funeral Thibadeaux ’s wife is weeping. She says, "If I’d known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage I never would have given it to him again!
Justin’s wife also weeps and says, “I could have given him a po-boy! I didn’t realise he hated ham and cheese sammich’s so much.”
Everyone turned and stared at Boudreaux ’s wife. “Hey, don’t look at me” she said. “He makes his own lunch”
Clotile went to the emergency room, where she was seen by Dr. Boudreaux. After about three minutes in the examination room, the Dr. Boudreaux told her she was pregnant. She burst out of the room and run down the corridor screaming and ranting madly. Dr. Thib stopped her and asked what the problem was. After listening to her story, he calmed her down and sat her in another room. Then, the Dr. Thib marched down the hallway to the first doctor’s room.
“What in God’s name is wrong with you?” he demanded. “This woman is 68 years old, she has two grown children and several grandchildren, and you told her she was pregnant?!!”
Dr. Boudreaux continued to write on his clipboard and without looking up, asked . . . “Does she still have the hiccups?”
“Tee” Boudreaux was at the local public swimming pool yesterday, when one of the lifeguards approached him, “Hey, you can’t pee in the pool. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”
The lifeguard replies, “Maybe so, but not from the diving board !”
Boudreaux, 85, married Clotile, a lovely 25 year old . . .Since her new husband is so old, Clotile decides that after their wedding she and Boudreaux should have separate bedrooms, because she is concerned that her new but aged husband may over-exert himself if they spend the entire night together. After the wedding festivities Clotile prepares herself for bed and the expected knock on the door. Sure enough the knock comes, the door opens and there is Boudreaux , her 85 year old groom, ready for action. They unite as one. All goes well, Boudreaux takes leave of his bride, and she prepares to go to sleep. After a few minutes, Clotile hears another knock on her bedroom door, and it’s Boudreaux. Again he is ready for more ‘action’. Somewhat surprised, Clotile consents for morecoupling. When the newly weds are done, Boudreaux kisses his bride and bids her a fond good night and leaves. She is set to go to sleep again, but, aha, you guessed it Boudreaux is back again, rapping on the door and is as fresh as a 25 – year – old, ready for more ‘action’. And, once more they enjoy each other. But as Boudreaux gets set to leave again, his young bride says to him, ‘I am thoroughly impressed that at your age you can perform so well and sooften. I have been with guys less than a third of your age who were only good once. You are truly a great lover, Boudreaux .’Boudreaux , somewhat embarrassed, turns to Clotile and says:‘You mean I was here already?’
You just might be a Cajun if …
Your family and friends are nicknamed after their favorite food, like “Pop Tart, Catfish, or Gator.
Words you’ll probably never hear a Cajun say … “We ain’t gotta worry about no hurricanes dis year.”
True grief: “A man reared in Cajun country but living out of state for many years was home for a rare visit. He stopped by the cemetery to place some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother. As he started back toward his car, his attention was diverted to another man kneeling at a grave. It was ole Boudreaux praying with great intensity and repeating, ‘Why didja hafta die? Why didja hafta die? Why didja hafta die?’
“The man approached him and said, ‘Sir, I don’t want to interfere with your private grief, but this demonstration of pain is more than I’ve ever seen. For whom do you mourn so deeply? A child? A parent? A wife?’
“ ‘Aw no,’ said Boudreaux somberly, ‘Ma wife’s first husbund!’ ”
cigarette butts/filters take at least 100 yrs to degrade
Merci, Puissiez-vous profiter de la joie, de la santé et du bonheur. I hope I got that right, kinda rusty