MacAoidh told me I hadda write somethin’ this morning because he put up everything he had last night an’ he’s doin’ run-the-business stuff right now.
But I don’t have anything much. It’s quiet down here in Barataria. Even the drug-runners don’t seem to have anything to do.
So I figured y’all might like a little humor. And since that’s more or less what I’m here for, fine. Y’all can have this.
Boudreaux & Thibodeaux are talking one afternoon about travel.
Boudreaux tells Thibodeaux, “You know, I tink I’m ready for a little vacation. But dis year I wants to do sumting different. De las’ few years, I took your suggestions about where to go. Three years ago you said I should go to Hawaii, an’ I did an’ Marie got pregnant. De next year you said to go to de Bahamas. Marie got pregnant again. And last year you told me to go to Tahiti. Sure enough, Marie got pregnant again.
“Dis year I wants to to someplace cheaper so I can bring her wid me !”
Tee Boudreaux bursts into the house one day and says, “Momma, Poppa, guess what! Me and Susie, from down de road decided to got married!”
Boudreaux takes him aside and tells him, out of earshot from Marie, “Tee, I gots to tell you sumting. Back when I was young, I used to fool around on you Momma alot. Susie is really your half-sister, so I’m afraid you can’t marry her.”
Tee Boudreaux was, of course all let down, but eventually, he got over it. He met another real nice Cajun girl, and sure enough, one day he ran back into the house and announced, “Momma, Poppa, dis time it’s for real! Me an’ Clarisse from across de swamp, we gonna got married!”
Again Boudreaux takes him aside and tells him, “Tee, you remember what I tol’ you last time? I’m afraid Clarisse is your half-sister, too.”
By now, Tee Boudreaux really got his mad up real high, and decides to tell his Momma what’s been going on with his Poppa. After he tells Marie what his Poppa had done, she tells him, “Tee Boudreaux, don’t you worry yourself about dat a’tall. Go ahead an’ marry de girl. Boudreaux ain’t your real Poppa, anyhow!”
Boudreaux went to a movie for the first time a couple of weeks ago. The usher noticed that Boudreaux was sprawled across three seats, taking up space, so he told him that he was only allowed to have one seat.
Boudreaux just groaned, but didn’t budge. The usher told him, “Sir, if you don’t move, I’m going to have to get the manager.”
Boudreaux groaned again, but didn’t move.
So the usher goes to the back of the theater, returning with the manager, and together, they tried to get Boudreaux to sit up in one seat. Boudreaux just grunted, but still didn’t budge.
The manager tells him, “Sir, if you don’t move, I’m going to call the police.” Boudreaux groans, but doesn’t move.
A few minutes later, the police show up, and the officer asks Boudreaux to move. Boudreaux groans, but still doesn’t move. The officer asks him, “Where you from, anyway, Pardner?” Boudreaux points upward, and moans, “From de balcony!”