Boudreaux And The Devil
Boudreaux died and was on his way down to Hell. In anticipation, the Devil turned up the thermostat to make it extra warm for Boudreaux. When Boudreaux arrived, the Devil asked, “Hey Boudreaux, how do you like the heat down here?”
Boudreaux says, “Mais, it’s jes’ fine. It reminds me of Bayou PonPon in July.”
That made the Devil mad. That night, he turned the thermostat up all the way it could go. Man it was hot! When Boudreaux woke up, the Devil asked him, “NOW how do you like it down here?”
Boudreaux says, “Mais, it’s fine. It reminds me of August on Bayou Lafourche.”
As you might expect, that made the Devil all the more mad. Well, that night, he turned the thermostat down all the way it could go! The whole place frosted over. Icicles started forming from the rafters. When Boudreaux woke up, the Devil asked him, “How you like it NOW, Boudreaux?”
Boudreaux, shivering, through blue lips, says, “Mais cher, I’m one happy Cajun!”
The Devil was infuriated! He yelled, “What do you mean you’re one happy Cajun?!!”
Boudreaux, still shivering says, “The Saints done won the Superbowl!”
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