CREOLE FOLKS

Cajun Boudreaux goes to the IRS.(humor)

The IRS decides to audit Grandpa Boudreaux and summons him to the IRS office in New Orleans.

The IRS auditor, Joey Lepine , was not surprised when grand pa Boudreaux showed up with his attorney, Peter Barbe.

The auditor said "Well sir, you have a very extravagant lifestyle. Our records indicate that you have a Summer home in Belle Chase, three mobile home retail units in Houma and a 2 story home in Lafayette BUT you appear to have no full time job."

Grand pa Boudreaux replied "I am a good gambler!"

The auditor answered back " I am not sure that the IRS buys that your simply good at making bets to explain your fancy New York City life style."

Grand pa Boudreaux says, "I'll bet you a thousand dollars that I am a great gambler and I can prove it!" "How about a demonstration?" asked Boudreaux.

The auditor thinks for a moment and agrees to the demonstration.

Grand pa Boudreaux says, "I bet that I can bite my own eyeball.

The auditor thinks, surely no one can bite their own eyeball and at that moment Gran pa Boudreaux takes out his glass eye and bites it!

The auditor jaw drops.

Grand pa Boudreaux says, " I bet you two thousands that I can bite my other eye."

The auditor, thinks for a moment and figures that surely this old man isn't blind-so he can't possibly bite his other eye, and the auditor agrees to the second bet.

At that moment, grand pa Boudreaux takes out his dentures and bites his other eye!

The stumped auditor realizes that he has wagered and lost three grand, with attorney, Peter Barbe, standing there, the auditor begins to get very nervous and breaks into a cold sweat.

Grand pa Boudreaux ask the auditor if he wants to go double or nothing?

Grand pa says, "I'll bet you six thousand dollars that I can stand on one end of your desk and piss in the waste-basket, on the other side of your desk without spilling a drop in between."

The auditor twice burned, is cautious but looks carefully at the old man and decides that there is no way that Boudreaux can possibly manage that stunt, so the auditor agrees again.

Grand pa Boudreaux, unzips his pants, stands on one end of the auditor's desk and begins to strain for a urine stream but only ends up pissing all over the auditor's desk!

The auditor jumps for joy! Realizing that he just turned his lost into a major gain.

Peter Barbe , the attorney, puts his head in his hands and begins to moan.

The auditor ask, the attorney "Are you o.k. sir?"

The attorney answers, "Not really, Boudreaux told me that he would get summoned by the IRS today and bet me twenty-four thousand dollars that he would walk into your office, piss all over your desk and you would be happy about it!"

Moral of the story-DON'T MESS WITH AN OLD CAJUN FROM LOUISIANA!

Detective Boudreaux

Detective Boudreaux

The Louisiana State Police received reports of illegal cockfights being held in the area around Crowley and sent their famous detective Boudreaux to investigate. 

Boudreaux reported to his sergeant the next morning.  "Dey is tree main groups in dis rooster fightin'" he began.

"Good work. Who are they?" the sergeant asked. 

Boudreaux replied confidently, "de Texas Aggies, de Cajuns, and de Mafia."

Puzzled, the sergeant asked, "How did you find that out in one night?" 

"Well," he replied, "I went down and done seen dat rooster fight in person.  I knowed dem Aggies was involved when a duck was entered in the fight." 

The sergeant nodded, "I'll buy that. But what about  the others?" 

Boudreaux nodded knowingly, "Well, I knowed de Cajuns was involved when summbody bet on de duck."  "Ah," sighed the sergeant, "And how did you figure the Mafia was involved?"  "De duck won!

BOUDREAUX THE FISHERMAN(by Alex)

Now Boudreaux, he fall in love with Marie and he ask her to marry him.  Marie was very naive and uninformed about the birds and the bees. Boudreaux was a poor fisherman and could not afford to take time off for a honeymoon.  So, that night that
they were married, they retired to his little shack on the bayou.   When Boudreaux was undressing Marie said, "Oh Boudreaux! What dat is?"

Boudreaux being very quick thinking and sensitive to Marie's
naivety  said, "Marie, my love, I am the only man in the world wit one of
these."
And,then, he proceeded to show her what it was for, and Marie was happy.

The next morning Boudreaux went off to fish as usual, him.
When he returned home that evening, Marie was on the front porch
obviously upset about something.  "Boudreaux, you told me that you were the
only man in the world with one of those, and I saw Thibodeaux, our friend, changing his clothes behind the fish shed, and he had one, too."

Thinking fast, Boudreaux said, "Oh, Marie,darling, Thibodeaux
is my very best friend.  I had two of dem things, so I gave him one.  He is the only other man in the world with one of doze." Marie being very naive,accepted his answer and they did their thing again that night.
Boudreaux went off to fish again the next morning, and when he returned home, Marie was very upset, and stamping her foot on the porch.

Boudreaux said, "Marie, what is the matter now?"

"Boudreaux, you gave Thibodeaux the best one!!"

Boudreaux the Catholic (provided by Alex)

Boudreaux, a Cajun highlander from Rapides Parish in central
Louisiana, was an older, single gentleman, who was born and raised a
Baptist, living in South Louisiana.

Each Friday night after work, he would fire up his outdoor grill
and cook a venison steak.

  Now, all of Boudreaux's neighbors were Catholic...  and since it
was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Fridays.


The STRONG delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was
causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked
to their priest.


  The priest came to visit Boudreaux, and suggested that Boudreaux
convert to Catholicism. After several classes and much study,
Boudreaux
attended Mass and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said,
"You were born a Baptist and raised a Baptist, but now you are
Catholic."

Boudreaux's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night
arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the
neighborhood.

  The priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as he
rushed into Boudreaux's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him,
he stopped in amazement and watched.



  There stood Boudreaux, clutching a small bottle of water which he
carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat, and chanted:

"You wuz born a deer, and you wuz raised a deer, but now you a catfish."