It;s National Lets Laugh Day! Here is one before bedtime.
Boudreaux was sitting in the City Bar in Maurice, La. last night, and had several beers under his belt. After a while, he looks at the guy sitting next to him, and asks him, "Hey, you wanna hear a good Aggie joke, you?"
The big guy replies, "Let me tell you something. I'm an oilfield roughneck, I weigh 270 pounds, and I don't like Cajuns. My buddy here is a pro football player, weighs 300 pounds, and he doesn't like Cajuns either. His friend on his other side, is a professional wrestler, weighs 320 pounds, always has a chip on his shoulder, and he likes Cajuns even less than we do . . . and we are all Aggies. Do you really want to tell us an Aggie joke?"
Boudreaux, all 150 pounds of Cajun attitude, tells him, "Mais, I guess not. After all, I don't want have to explain it three times me!"
It;s National Lets Laugh Day! Here is one before bedtime.
Boudreaux was sitting in the City Bar in Maurice, La. last night, and had several beers under his belt. After a while, he looks at the guy sitting next to him, and asks him, "Hey, you wanna hear a good Aggie joke, you?"
The big guy replies, "Let me tell you something. I'm an oilfield roughneck, I weigh 270 pounds, and I don't like Cajuns. My buddy here is a pro football player, weighs 300 pounds, and he doesn't like Cajuns either. His friend on his other side, is a professional wrestler, weighs 320 pounds, always has a chip on his shoulder, and he likes Cajuns even less than we do . . . and we are all Aggies. Do you really want to tell us an Aggie joke?"
Boudreaux, all 150 pounds of Cajun attitude, tells him, "Mais, I guess not. After all, I don't want have to explain it three times me!"
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