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Jokes that will put a smile on your face.
A baby crawfish and its mother were walking along a ditch when the baby crawfish who had gone ahead, comes flying back down the ditch. The mother followed and asked, "What is the matter?" The baby crawfish answers, "Look that big thing right there." The mother says "Don't worry about that; it is just a cow." So they keep walking. Then the baby crawfish comes flying down again. The mother asked again, "What is the matter?" The baby says look at that thing right there. The mother says "That is just a dog; it will not hurt you," so they kept walking. Then suddenly the mother goes flying by the baby crawfish. The baby crawfish asked its mother what's wrong, and the mother said, "Run! That's a Cajun and they eat anything
State Trooper :
Emile was driving his pickumup truck down the levee pretty fast one day. A Louisiana State Trooper spotted Emile, and took off after him, but Emile just kept going faster and faster. The trooper turned his lights and siren on, but Emile just kept going. After about twenty miles, Emile ran out of gas, and had to stop. The trooper jumped out of his car yelling at Emile, "Why didn't you stop ? I know you saw me !" Emile replies, "Well, officer, I'm truly sorry for dat. But you see, a few years ago my wife, Marie, she ran off wid a state trooper, and when I saw you, I thought you was him tryin' to bring her back. So I was tryin' to get away fast.
Well suddenly while fishing Boudreaux died. Marie send his obituary into the newspaper. It said Boudreaux died yesterday while fishing. Well the newspaper people called her and said you can put a little more in the paper. You have 10 lines. So the next day the obituary appeared in the paper: "Boudreaux died while fishing yesterday. Boat For Sale."
Early one morning, Tee Jean was walking along the bank of Bayou Que de Tortue behind his house. All of a sudden, he noticed that the family outhouse, located right on the bank, was tilting dangerously toward the bayou; the heavy downpour from the previous night had serious eroded the bank where the outhouse was located. Being a boy (and a pretty canaille one at that) and reasoning that the outhouse was beyond salvage, Tee Jean picked up a big stick and whacked the outhouse - really peléed it - and watched as the outhouse toppled over, fell into the bayou, and quickly sank under the muddy waters. A few hours later, Tee Jean's father came up to him and with anger in his voice asked, "Tee Jean, did you knock that outhouse into the bayou?" "Papa," the boy answered, "like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie. I did it." "Mais, Tee Jean, come with me maintenant to the woodshed. You are going to get the whipping of your life!" Tee Jean was shocked by this turn of events and said, "Papa, when George Washington told his papa that he had chopped down the cherry tree, his papa didn't give him a whipping." "Mais no, Tee Jean," said his father, "but George Washington's papa wasn't in that cherry tree when he cut it down, either."
Boudreaux was dying:
Boudreaux was on his last dying breath. He was upstairs in the water bed and was about to slip out of this world, when he smelled it. The most wonderful smell. Brownies, baking in the oven downstairs.
He struggled out of the water bed. He could not stand up, so he crawled over the stairway and rolled down the stairs. He crawled into the kitchen and pulled himself up to the counter where the brownies were cooling on the rack. He took one and put it to his mouth. Awe that wonderful smell, that wonderful taste.
Marie walked up behind him and said, " Shame on you Boudreaux. Those brownies are for after the funeral."
80 Mile an Hour Ticket
Boudreaux and Marie were speeding along on the Interstate 10, high rise bridge over Whisky Bay when Boudreaux saw the red-light flashing in the rearview window
Boudreaux pulled over as well as he could to the side of the bridge. The State Trooper walked up to the window with his clipboard in his hand.
He axed, "Did you know that you were going 80 miles an hour and the speed limit on this bridge is 60."
Boudreaux looked at the carpet of the truck for the cigarette he dropped. He said, "Nope. I was going 60."
The Trooper sounded fed up as he looked at his clip board and said,
"Nope. I clocked you at 80." The trooper looked over at Marie sitting looking out of the passenger window at the cypress trees in the water. The Trooper said,
"Mam, I clocked the man at 80. He said he was going 60. Now you tell me. Was he going 60 or 80?"
Marie said, "I never argue with Boudreaux when he's been drinking."
You Might be a Cajun If....
...you start an angel food cake with a roux.
...watching the "wild kingdom" inspires you to write a cookbook.
...you think the head of the united nations is Boudreaux/ Boudreax-Guillory.
...you think a lobster is a crawfish on steroids.
...you think Ground Hog Day and Boucherie day are the same holiday.
...you take a bite of 5-alarm Texas chili and reach for the Tabasco.
...Fred's lounge in Mamou means more to you than the Grand Ole Opry.
...you pass up a trip abroad to go to the crawfish festival in Breaux Bridge.
...your children's favorite bedtime story begins "first you make a roux..."
...your description of a gourmet dinner includes the words "deep fat fried."
...your mama announces each morning, "well, I've got the rice cooking-what will we have for dinner?"
...you greet your long lost friend at the Lafayette international airport with "iiiiieeeeeee!"
...you sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says "don't eat the dead ones" and you know what he means.
...you don't know the real names of your friends, only their nicknames.
...you gave up Tabasco for lent.
...you know the difference between Zatarains, Zeringue, and Zydeco.
...your dog thinks the bed of your pickup is his kennel.
...any of your dessert recipes call for jalapenos.
...you consider Opelousas the capital of the state, and Lafayette the capital of the nation.
...you think the four seasons are: duck, rabbit, deer, squirrel.