Da las Crawfish

[Elidor]

Boudreaux wuz very, very ole an he wuz in bed, dyin of ole age. As he lay dere he start to smell da aroma of crawfish boiling out in da yard. He love boil crawfish so much, an his las desire is to eat jus a couple a more boil crawfish before he die. He roll hisself out of da bed, fall on da floor an crawl hisself out to da yard where his wife, Marie, is boiling sum crawfish. There is a batch already finish sittin on da piknik table so Boudreaux, him, he crawl hisself to da piknik table, pull hisself up wit his las remaining strent, an reach out to get hisself a crawfish. Jus den, Marie, his wife, slap his hand wit da crawfish stirrin paddle. Boudreaux say, "Eee Ya Yai, wat you do dat fa?" Marie say, "Leeve dem alone, dey fa da funeral!"

[wildhorses]

1. ya gotta plan ahead --

:shrug:

:rofl:

[Elidor]

4. That woman reminds me of my mother

Actually, she's much nicer than that, but still...I could kinda see her doing that. Don't touch the food!

[GoddessOfGuinness]

2. LOL!

Did you write this? It's beautiful!

[Elidor]

3. Noooo

It's a style of cajun joke about two guys, Boudreaux and Thibodeaux. Many of them are pretty stupid, but this one's a gem.