Anybody out there like Boudreaux and Thibodeaux jokes?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Cajun Christmas
Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, Thanks for de bird in de Pear tree. I fix it las'night with dirty rice. I doan tink de pear tree will grow wid all da heat in the summa.

Day 2: Dear Boudreaux, You letter say you sent two turtle doves, but all I got was two scrawny pigeons. Anyway, I mixed dem with andouille an made some gumbo out of dem.

Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why couldn't you a sent me Crawfish? I'm tired of eating dem darn birds. I gave two of dose prissy French chickens to Marie Trahan over at Grans Bayou an fed the tird one to my dog Phideaux. Marie needed some sparring partners for her fighting rooster.

Day 4 Dear Boudreau, Mon Dieux! I tol you no more xxxxx birds. Deez four, what you call dem "calling birds" were so noisy you could hear dem all de way to Napoleonville. I used dere necks for my crab traps, an fed de rest of dem to de gators.

Day 5 Dear Boudreaux, You finally sen' somethin useful. I like dem golden rings, me. I hocked dem at da pawn shop in Thibodeaux and got enuf money to fix da shaft on my shrimp boat an buy a round for da boys at de Raisin' Cane Lounge. Merci Beaucoup!

Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Couchon! Back to da birds, you Cajun turkey! Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to death at dem six geeses. He tried to eat dems eggs and dey peck de heck out ah his snout. Dey good at eating cockroaches, though. I may stuff one of dem wit oyrster dressing on Christmas day.

Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I see you. Thibeau, da mailman, is ready to kill ya. The merde from all dem birds is stinkin' up his mailboat. He afraid someone will slip on dat stuff and sue him good. I let those seven swans loose to swim on de bayou and some duck hunters from Mississippi blasted dem out of de water. Talk to you tomorrow.

Day 8: Dear Boudreaux, poor ole Thibeau, he had to make tree trips on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids a milkin and their cows. One of dem cows got spooked by da alligators and almost tipped over da boat. I doan like dem shiftless maids, me no. I tolt dem to get to work guttin fish and sweepinq the shack but dey say it wasn't in dair contract. Dey probably think dey too good ta skin nutrias I caught las night.

Day 9: Dear Boudreaux, What you trying to do huh? Thibeau had to borrow the Lutcher ferry to carry dem jumpin twits you call Lords-a-Leaping across the bayou. As soon as dey gots here dey wanted a tea break with crumpets. I doan know what dat means but I says,"Well La Di Da. You get Chicory coffee or nuttin." Mon Dieu, Emile. What I'm gonna feed all dese bozos? Dey too snooty for fried nutria, and de cows done eat my turnip greens.

Day 10: Dear Boudreaux, You got to be outs you mind! If de mailman don't kill you, I will fo sure. Today he deliver 10 half nikid floozies from Bourbon Street. Dey said dey be "Ladies Dancin" but dey doan act like ladies in front of dose Limey twits. Dey almos left after one of dem got bit by a water moccasin over by da out-house. I had to butcher 2 cows to feed toute le monde an had to get toilet paper; the Sears catalog wasn't good enuf fer dose hoity toity Lords' royal behin'.

Day 11: Dear Boudreaux, where y'at? Cheerio an pip pip. Your 11 pipers piping arrives today from the House of Blues, second lining as dey got off de boat. We fixed stuffed goose and beef jambalaya and we having a fais-do-do. Da new mailman he having a good time, yeah, dancing with de floozies. Thibeau he jump off de Sunshine Bridge yesterday, screaming your name. If you get a mysterious, ticking package in de mail, doan open it.

Day 12: Dear Boudreaux, I sorry to tell ya but I not your true love anymore, no. After da fais-do-do, I spent de night with Jacque, de head piper. We decide to open a restaurant and gentleman's club on de bayou. The floozies, pardon me, Ladies dancing can make $20 for a table dance, and de Lords can be waiters an valet park de boats. Since de maids doan have no more cows ta milk, I trained dem ta set my crab traps, watch my trotlines, an run my shrimping business. We will probably gross a million nex year.

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Boudreaux 'n Michelle Devereaux went to the same Parish Church. Michelle, she go every Sunday and teach de Sunday School. Boudreaux went on Christmas and Easter and once in a while, he went on one of the other Sundays. On one of those Sundays, he was in the pew right behind Michelle and he notice what a fine looking woman she is.
While dey were taking up the collection, Boudreaux lean forward an' say, "Hey, Michelle, how about you and me go out to supper next Friday?"
"Mais oui, Boudreaux, dat would be nice," say Michelle.
Well, Boudreaux couldn't believe his luck. All week long he polish up his old Ford, and on Friday he picked Michelle up and take her to the finest restaurant in the Parish. She de most beautifulest woman dere, an' Boudreaux's chest feel all swoll up wid havin' her walk in holding his arm.
When they sit down, Boudreaux look over at Michelle and said, "Hey, Michelle, would you like a cocktail before dinner?"
"Oh, no, Boudreaux," say Michelle. "What would I tell my Sunday School class?" Well, Boudreaux was set back a bit, so he don't say much until after dinner. Then he reach in his pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes. "Hey, Michelle," say Boudreaux, "Would you like a smoke?"
"Oh, no, Boudreaux," said Michelle. "What would I tell my Sunday School class?"
Well, Boudreaux was feeling pretty low after dat, so he just got in his Ford and was driving Michelle home when dey pass the Motel. He'd struck out twice already, so he figure he had nothing to lose. "Hey, Michelle," say Boudreaux, "how would you like to stop at dat dere motel with me?"
"Oui, Boudreaux, dat would be nice," say Michelle. Well, Boudreaux couldn't believe his luck. He did a U-turn right then and there across the median and everyting, and drove back to the motel and check in wit Michelle.
The next morning Boudreaux, he get up first. He look at Michelle lying dere in de bed, her hair all spread out on her pillow. She look all innocent an' young.
"What have I done? What have I done?" thought Boudreaux. He shake Michelle and she wake up. "Michelle, ma cher. I got to ask you one ting," say Boudreaux. "What are you going to tell your Sunday School class?"
Michelle say, "The same ting I always tell dem. You don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time!"

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Boudreaux walks into a travel agancy in response to an ad about river cruises. As Boudreaux described why he was there to the lady behind the desk, the woman hit a button, two men spring up behind him, beat him up, take his wallet, stuff him into a sack, and throw him out back into the river.
A few moments later, Thibodeaux walks in and also begins to speak when the woman hits the same button. The two men spring out, beat Thibodeaux up, stuff him in a sack, steal his wallet, and throw him out back into the river.

A few miles down river the two men catch up to one another and Boudreaux says, "I wonder if dey serve dinner on dis cruise?"

Thibodeaux replies,"Dey didn't last year when I went."

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called himself a coonass with pride. Love the jokes. You got to laugh at yourself sometimes.

but went to the Lake Charles area in search of work in the petroleum industry.