Since It’s Friday, We Have More Boudreaux And Thibodeaux Jokes

I’m spoilin’ y’all, so Imma do these like once a week or so from now on.

It’s not like we’re ever gonna run out of ’em.

Oh, by the way – it ain’t Boudreaux and Thibodeaux, but what you want is, you gotta go to the YouTube an’ watch the TundaMinous videos. If you think these jokes are funny, you gonna fall out when you watch that. This guy from Lafayette got hold of a bunch of ol’ Thundercats cartoons an’ he cut ’em up to make stories about a bunch of coonasses from Gueydan an’ Delcambre. If you ain’t cryin’ laughin’ watchin’ ’em, you got no sense of humor at all, potnuuuuuhhhhh.

Anyway, here’s what I got for jokes…

Boudreaux, Thibodeaux and T-Claude were working up on a mobile phone tower. As they started their descent at the end of the workday, T-Claude slipped and fell off the tower and was killed instantly. As the ambulance took the body away, Boudreaux said, “Man, yeah, somebody gotta go and tell his wife.”

Thibodeaux said, “Mais, leave dat to me. I’m pretty good at that sensitive stuff, me. I’ll do it.”

Two hours later, Thib came back carrying a case of Budweiser.

Boudreaux says, ‘Hey Thib, where you get that beer at?”

“Mais, T-Claude’s wife gave it to me,” came the reply.

“That’s unbelievable, you told Mama T-Claude her husband was dead and she gave you a case of beer?”

“Well, not exactly,” said Thibodeaux. “When she answer de door, I said to her, “you must be T-Claude’s widow.”‘

“An’ she said, ‘No, I ain’t no widow.'”

“So I said, ‘I’ll bet you a case of Budweiser you are…'”

Now for Number Two…

Boudreaux and Thibodeaux were having a beer at the Paradise Club down in Abbeville.  Thibodeaux brought up a touchy subject, “Hey, Boudreaux, how you an’ Clotile gittin’ along, y’all?”

“Ta tell ya da troot, I ain’t tawk ta her in eighteen monts, me,” said Boudreaux.

“Cot dawg, das a long time!” said Thibodeaux.  “Mais, what’s da matta?”

“Aw, I ain’t mad at her or nuttin’ like dat.  It’s jus’ dat I don’t like ta interrupt her,” explained Boudreaux.

And for the last one…

In the aftermath of Katrina, Paddy O’Hara, Pedro Sanchez and our pal Boudreaux were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.

They were eating lunch and the Irishman 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.’

Sanchez opened his lunch box and exclaimed, ‘Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time I’m going to jump off, too.’

Boudreaux opened his lunch and said, ‘ Bologna again! If Ah get a bologna sandwich one more time, Ah’m jumpin’ too.’

The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death.

The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too.

Then Boudreaux opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.

All three bodies were laid out at the same funeral home.

At the funeral, the Irishman’s wife was weeping. She said, “If  I’d known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!”

The Mexican’s wife also wept and said, “I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn’t realize he hated burritos so much.”

Everyone turned and stared at Mama Boudreaux.

“Mais, don’t look at me,” she said. “Dat idiot made his own lunch.”

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