Friday Foibles ~~ Boudreaux in Big Trouble

Happy weekend to y'all. Now, "less git right to it!"

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Way down In Louisiana, Boudreaux was involved in a terrible vehicle accident caused by an18-wheeler running a stop sign.

In court, the trucking company's fancy lawyer fires questions at the Cajun, trying to wear him down. Finally, he asks, "Mr. Boudreaux, didn't you say at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine?'" 

Boudreaux scratches his head, looks up at the judge, and says into the microphone, "Let me told you what happened. Me, I had jus loaded my favorite mule, Bessie, into da..." 

The lawyer bristles and interrupts, "I didn't ask you for any details, Mr. Boudreaux. Just answer the question, please! Did you not say at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine!'?" 

Boudreaux, unruffled, anwsers, "I had jus got Bessie into da trailer and I was driving down da road... "

The lawyer interrupts once again and bellows, "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the State Policeman that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Can you please direct Mr. Boudreaux to answer the question?"

By this time, the judge is fairly interested in the Cajun's answer, and says to the lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie."

Boudreaux thanks the judge, invites him to attend the cochon de lait (coo-shaw de-lay) to be held the following weekend, and proceeds, "I had jus loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into da trailer and was driving her down da highway when dis huge semi-truck an' trailer ran da stop sign and smacked my truck right in da side. Me, I was trown (thrown) into one ditch and Bessie was trown into da udder. I was hurting real bad, yeah, and didn't want to  move a muscle. But, I could heard ole Bessie moanin and groanin. Me, I knew she was in some kind o' terrible shape just by her groans."

Boudreaux wipes the tears from his eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing. "Shortly after da accident, a State Policeman, he came on da scene. He herd Bessie moanin' and groanin' so, him, he goes over by her. After he took hisself a look at her, he  takes out his gun and shoots her between da eyes. Den da Patrolman came cross da road, gun in hand, and looked at me. When he axe (asks) me, ' How are you feeling?'...

"...Now what da hell would you say?!"