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Boudreaux and the Babe
The boys walked into the dancehall when they saw the beautiful, enticing, new girl in town. They fell all over themselves in an effort to be the one to reach her first, but ended up arriving in front of her at the same time.
They were speechless before her beauty, slobbering on themselves, barely able to introduce themselves, and hoping for just a glance from her in return.
Aware of her charms and her obvious effect on her three suitors, she decided to be kind and told them "The first one who can use the words "liver" and "cheese" together in an imaginative, intelligent sentence can dance with me."
Fontenot spoke up quickly and said "I love dat liver and cheese, me."
"Oh, how childish," said the beautiful woman. "That shows no imagination nor intelligence whatsoever."
She turned to Thibodeaux and said "How well can you do?"
"Ai-yai," said Thib. "I HATE dat liver and cheese, me,"
"My, my," said the woman. "I guess it's hopeless. That's just as dumb as your friend's sentence."
She then turned to Boudreaux and said, "How about you, Sir?"
Boudreaux gave her a smile, a sly wink, turned to Thib and Fontenot, and said, "Liver alone. Cheese mine, Podnuh!"
Boudreaux’s Love Dilemma
Boudreaux was in love with two women, and could not decide which of them to marry. Finally he went to Father Comeaux to sort it out.
When asked to describe his two loves, he said, "Well, Father. One, she write me such pretty poems like dem famous folk wot I learned about to school. And Father, the other one, she make dem beignets wot melt in my mouth, yeah!"
"I see" said Father Comeaux, "I know the problem, my son. Y'all can't decide whether to marry for batter or verse."
Boudreaux the Piano Player
A ragged looking old Boudreaux shuffled into the bar that afternoon. Stinking of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands shook as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the window and gave it to the bartender.
"I want dat job, me," Boudreaux said. The barkeep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been awhile since he had a piano player and business was falling off.
"What do you do?" he asked. " I used to be a cane cutter in St. Martinville," was the answer. Now, really unsure, the barkeep decided to give him a try... he really needed more business.
"The piano is over there... give it a go." Old Boudreaux staggered his way over to the piano and several patrons snickered. But, by the time he was into the third bar of music, every voice was silenced.
What followed was a rhapsody of sound and music unlike anyone had ever heard in the bar before. When he finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The bartender brought Old Boudreaux a beer and said that he sounded really, really good. " What you call that, huh?" he asked. "Dat's called ‘I’m Barfin My Cookies, Bebe. right on dat floor," said Old Boudreaux as he took a long pull from the beer. " Got me another, Podnuh"... and Boudreaux began to play.
What followed was a knee-slappin', hand-clappin' bit of ragtime that had the place jumping. People were coming in from the streets to hear this guy play. After he finished, Old Boudreaux acknowledged the applause, and told the crowd that the song was called "Got Me Dat Diarrhea Big Time. " He then excused himself as he stumbled off to the men's room.
When Old Boudreaux came out of the men's room, a beautiful, sexy young woman ran up to him to give him a compliment, but noticed that Boudreaux's fly was undone and he was a mess. She said, "Excuse me, Sir, your music is wonderful, but do you know your fly is undone and toilet paper’s on your shoe?”
" Know it?!" Boudreaux replied,"Shoot, Beb, I WROTE IT!"
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