Dad's Day Message/Thibodaux da Cowboy

Happy Father's Day to all you men who fill the dad role, whether it be your own biological children or others whom you mentor. We love and thank you, and send up prayers and good thoughts for those of you who are separated from family while serving in the military. HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!

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One day Boudreaux was paddling his pirough down da bayou when he came up on his bon ami, Thibodaux ("Thib/Tib" for short) fishin' and drinkin' a few beers.

Boo "axed" (asked) Thib, "Mais, why you all bruised up, yeah?"

Thib kinda hung his head a little bit before saying he'd been ridin'a bull when his foot got stuck, and da bull pulled him all around since he couldn't get loose.

"Aw, Thib, I hate to hear dat! Where was you ridin' bulls? It's nowhere near rodeo time."

Thiboaux, he hang his head a little bit lower and say in a quiet voice, "Aww, man, dat bull down at da store dragged me 'round and 'round da parking lot til dat Wal-Mart manager finally come and unplug it."

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Boudreaux & Thibodaux Go Fishin'

Happy Sunday! Hope you enjoy another crazy Boo & Thib ("tib") joke~~

Boudreaux and Thibodeaux go ice fishing. Dey stop at a little store on da side of da road and ax da cashier where can dey go fishin.

Dat cashier, him say dere's a frozen lake across dat road, and he tells dem Cajuns dat he's got bait and ice picks to break open all dat frozen ice to fish.

An hour later Boudreaux goes back to dat store to buy him some mo ice picks. He tells da cashier, "I want all da picks you got."

The guy sayd, "Are you all catching a lot of fish?"

"Mais, no," Boo say, "You crazy? We don't even launch dat boat yet!"

Where in the World is Gumbo Writer?

...she's off at the annual Writers Conference in the big swinging town of Houma, Louisiana with her writing group gang, enjoying the NTYBS authors' talks, the learned professors speaking on poetry, and just in general, soaking up writerly stuffs! She's sending a postcard to you all that says, Wish y'all wuz here!

This is true Cajun Land -- there's even a Boudreaux & Thibodeaux's restaurant here where you eat your seafood right out of a mini-pirough(canoe, for you unordained). Now, speaking of dem two good boys...here's a little sumpin' for ya:

Thibodeaux: "Boo, did you get dat parrot bird I done sent you for your birfday present?"

Boudreaux: "Mais, yeah, mon amie! Sha, dat ting was good!"

Thibodeaux: "What you mean, it was good? You ate dat bird?"

Boudreaux: "Of course I ate dat!"

Thibodeaux: "Paeiya, you couchon! Dat bird, him done spoke five different languages!"

Boudreaux: "Mais, Thib, den he shoulda said someting!"

Boudreaux, Thibodeaux & The Two-Holer

When Boudreaux was a little boy he was called by dat nickname "Tee-Boudreaux" or T-Boo for even shorter. T-Boo lived wit his family in dat house wit no indoor plumbing. Instead dey had dem a outhouse out in the back of da house.

His daddy, Papa Boudreaux, he want da best he could get for da Boudreaux family, so dey got dem one of dose "two holer" outhouses so two peoples could go do dey bidness at da same time.

One day T-Boo and Papa Boudreaux were bote in dat outhouse when T-Boo saw his Papa accidentally drop a quarter down in da hole. Den T-Boo saw dat his Papa was tinking bout someting a while, den reach in his pocket, pull out a dollar bill and drop it in da hole.

T-Boo axed his Papa, "Mais, Papa, why you drop dat dollar bill in dat hole for?!"

Papa Boudreaux said, "May T-Boo, I didn't have de heart to send you down dere for just a quarter!"

Mo Boudreaux & Thibodeaux

To go with your Sunday funny papers~~~

Boo's Obit

Boudreaux's wife, she go down to da local newspaper and she say she want to put an ad in dat Obituary Column dat Boudreaux done died.

Da newspaper man, he tole her it would be $1.00 per word.

She say, "Here $2.00. You put in dere dat BOUDREAUX DEAD."

Dat newspaper man say, "Surely you want more dan dat."

Boudreaux's widow say, "Mais, no! Just say Boudreaux dead."

He say, "Well, you juss upset, Miz Boudreaux. Brought youself back here on tomorrow and you prolly tink of sometin' else."

Da widow shows up da next day and say, "Yeah, you wuz right. I tought of sometin' else, here $5.00. Now you write BOUDREAUX DEAD, BOAT FOR SALE."