My jokes? I'll poke fun at my Cajun heritage. Ever hear of Boudreaux?
Quibodeaux, Thibodeaux and Boudreaux were sitting in a boat on a very cloudy day fishing. They had been fishing a good while when the sky suddenly opened up just above them and a ray of light shined down directly on the front of the boat. It spooked them and they started to get nervous.
All of a sudden, they heard a voice from up above. "This is the Lord."
They all looked at one another and begin saying, "I didn't do nothing, I didn't do nothing, I didn't do nothing."
The Lord said, "Don't get nervous. I'm not here to pass judgment on you, I only want to grant each of you one healing wish."
They all calmed down and Quibodeaux stood up in the boat. "As you already know Lord, I've been having this crick in the back of my neck for the past ten years and if you were to grant me a healing wish, that would be it."
The Lord waved his hand and Quibodeaux started moving his neck freely. "Mais, that feels good. Thank you Lord, thank you," and he sat down.
Thibodeaux stood up next. "You know Lord, that bum leg I've been having for the past fifteen years, you know how bad I limp, if you were to grant me one wish, that would be it."
The Lord waved his hand and Thibodeaux immediately felt the limp leave his leg. "Oh thank you Lord, oh thank you, thank you."
Before Thibodeaux could sit down, there was a big splash behind the boat. Both Quibodeaux and Thibodeaux looked behind themselves and see Boudreaux swimming away from the boat as fast as he could.
Thibodeaux shouted, "Boudreaux, where you going? The Lord is not here to pass judgment on you, he's here to grant you a healing wish. You know that bad back of yours, he can heal it for you right here and now."
Boudreaux hollered back, not missing a swim stride, "No, no, I don't want the Lord to heal me, I'll lose my disability check."
"I've got some bad news. There will be no more Boudreaux & Thibodeaux jokes. Boudreaux passed away and left a will. He wanted to be buried at sea. Thibodeaux drowned trying to dig his grave."
Thibodeaux, Boudreaux, and a priest were in the middle of a lake fishin. Dey run outta dere beer. Thibodeaux stands up and says, "I'll go get us some more beer." He gets outta de boat, walks to shore, and goes to de store, and comes back wit another six-pack.
Dey run out again. Boudreaux stands up, gets outta de boat, walks to store, goes to de store, and comes back wit another six-pack.
Dey run out again! Dis time, doe, the priest says he'll go get it. If dose Cajuns could walk on water, he certainly could! He gets out of the boat, neck deep in the water, on his way to de shore.
Boudreaux says, "Hey, Thib, you tink we should should show him where the stones are?"