(with tongue in cheek apologies to Rev. William Weedon):
Two Cajuns are sittin' out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night sippin' Whiskey, when they see a bright object descend from the sky. "Boudreaux, wot dat?" "I don know, Pierre." The object lands, a hatch slowly lowers onto the ground, and a strange alien creature makes its way down the gangway. "Well look at dat, Boudreaux!" "Pierre, wot is dat?" "I don know, Boudreaux, but you betta start the roux."
Note: Typically, such stories involve two perennial protagonists called Boudreaux and Thibodeaux, but since this one was stolen from a Lew Rockwell article called God Bless Louisiana, I left it as is.
Monday, June 30, 2008
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2 comments:
The only Cajun I knew personally was deep into the Cursillo movement.
I don't think they tell a lot of B&T jokes.
Being born and raised in what would certainly be classified as traditional "Cajun" Louisiana territory, I can personally attest to the fact that we do indeed circulate the Boudreaux/Thibodeaux jokes.
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