The IRS decides to audit Boudreaux, and summons him to the IRS office in nearby St. Martin parish.
The agent isn't a bit surprised when Boudreaux shows up with his attorney. He says, "Well, sir, you have an extravagant lifestyle and no full-time employment, which you explain by saying that you win money gambling and from other unnamed sources. I'm not sure the IRS finds that believable."
Boudreaux gets an insulted look on his face and replies, "Mais, I'm a great gambler, and I can prove it." He looks the tax man in the eyeballs and ax (asks) him, "How 'bout a demonstration?"
The auditor thinks for a moment and says, "Okay. Go ahead."
The Cajun smiles big. "I'll bet you a tousand dollar dat I can bite my own eye."
"Oh, this I gotta see. It's a bet." The IRS agent sits back in his chair, smug in the knowledge that his client will shortly be handing over the bet money to him.
Boudreaux removes his glass eye and bites it. The auditor's jaw drops.
Boudreaux smiles and says, "Now, I'll bet you two tousand dollar dat I can bite my udder (other) eye. You gonna take dat bet, mon ami?"
Now, the auditor can tell Boudreaux isn't blind, so he takes the bet. He just stares when Boudreaux removes his dentures and bites his good eye. The stunned auditor now realizes he has wagered and lost three grand, with Boudreaux's attorney as a witness. He starts to get nervous.
"Hey, Mr. tax man, you wanna go double or nuttin'?" Boudreaux asks. "I'll bet you six tousand dollar dat I can stand on one side of your desk, and pee into dat trashcan way over dere (there) on da udder side, and never get a tee-tiny drop anywhere in between."
The auditor, twice burned, is cautious now, but he looks carefully and decides there's no way this old guy can possibly manage the stunt, so he agrees again, even though he's sweating now.
Boo stands beside the desk and unzips, and although he strains mightily, he can't make the stream reach the trashcan on the other side, so he pretty much soaks the auditor's desk.
The tax man leaps with joy, realizing that he has just turned a major loss into a huge win. But then Boudreaux’s attorney moans and puts his head in his hands.
"Hey, you okay?" the auditor asks.
"Not really," says the attorney. "This morning when Boudreaux told me he'd been summoned for an audit, he bet me twenty-five thousand dollars that he could come in here and pee all over your desk and you'd be happy about it!"