RE: joke time
October 7, 2017 at 8:53 pm
(This post was last modified: October 7, 2017 at 9:11 pm by Darinda.)
Boudreaux and his buddies were hanging out and planning an upcoming fishing trip.
Unfortunately, he had to tell them that he couldn't go this time because his wife wouldn't let him. After a lot of teasing and name calling, Boudreaux headed home frustrated and depressed.
Fridat afternoon when Boudreaux's buddies arrived at the camp on Bayou deCade, they were shocked to see Boudreaux. He was already sitting on the dock with a cold beer, feet propped up on his ice chest, fishing rod in hand, and a fire glowing on the BBQ pit. "How did you talk your missus into letting you go Boudreaux?"
"I didn't have to," Boudreaux replied. "Yesterday, when I left work, I went home and slumped down in my chair with a beer to drown my sorrows because I couldn't go fishing. Then the ol' lady snuck up behind me, covered my eyes and said, 'Surprise'."
"When I peeled her hands back, she was standing there in a beautiful see through negligee and she said, ' Carry me into the bedroom, tie me to the bed and you can do whatever you want'..... So, Here I am!"
Boudreaux's Chapped Lips
It's a cold day during duck hunting season and Boudreaux and Thibodeaux
are sitting in their flatboat with the trusted dog, Boudin, awaiting the arrival of ducks.
Thibodaux turns around and notices Boudreaux reaching out his hand,
sticking his index finger into Boudin's ass, pulling it out,
and then calmly rubbing the finger across his lips.
Surprised and shocked, Thibodaux turned around, couldn't speak, and only could think to himself,
"What is he doin'?"
An hour went by and again Thibodaux notices Boudreaux reaching his index finger into Boudin's ass,
pulling it out and rubbing it across his lips.
This time Thibodaux could not contain himself.
"Boudreaux," he says, "how come you done stick your finger in dat dog's ass,
pull it out and rub it across your lips like dat?"
"Well", Boudreaux responds, "you know I done got me these
really bad chapped lips, and dat's the only thing that helps."
"It helps, you mean it makes them better," asks Thibodeaux?
"Well no," answered Boudreaux, "but it keeps me from licking 'em."
Unfortunately, he had to tell them that he couldn't go this time because his wife wouldn't let him. After a lot of teasing and name calling, Boudreaux headed home frustrated and depressed.
Fridat afternoon when Boudreaux's buddies arrived at the camp on Bayou deCade, they were shocked to see Boudreaux. He was already sitting on the dock with a cold beer, feet propped up on his ice chest, fishing rod in hand, and a fire glowing on the BBQ pit. "How did you talk your missus into letting you go Boudreaux?"
"I didn't have to," Boudreaux replied. "Yesterday, when I left work, I went home and slumped down in my chair with a beer to drown my sorrows because I couldn't go fishing. Then the ol' lady snuck up behind me, covered my eyes and said, 'Surprise'."
"When I peeled her hands back, she was standing there in a beautiful see through negligee and she said, ' Carry me into the bedroom, tie me to the bed and you can do whatever you want'..... So, Here I am!"
Boudreaux's Chapped Lips
It's a cold day during duck hunting season and Boudreaux and Thibodeaux
are sitting in their flatboat with the trusted dog, Boudin, awaiting the arrival of ducks.
Thibodaux turns around and notices Boudreaux reaching out his hand,
sticking his index finger into Boudin's ass, pulling it out,
and then calmly rubbing the finger across his lips.
Surprised and shocked, Thibodaux turned around, couldn't speak, and only could think to himself,
"What is he doin'?"
An hour went by and again Thibodaux notices Boudreaux reaching his index finger into Boudin's ass,
pulling it out and rubbing it across his lips.
This time Thibodaux could not contain himself.
"Boudreaux," he says, "how come you done stick your finger in dat dog's ass,
pull it out and rub it across your lips like dat?"
"Well", Boudreaux responds, "you know I done got me these
really bad chapped lips, and dat's the only thing that helps."
"It helps, you mean it makes them better," asks Thibodeaux?
"Well no," answered Boudreaux, "but it keeps me from licking 'em."