The Golf Game…

Boudreaux decided to go play a game of golf with his good friendsĀ Thibodeaux and Hebert one morning. He promised Marie that he would be home in time for lunch. Well, lunchtime came and went, and no Boudreaux. Mid afternoon came and went, still no Boudreaux. Suppertime passed, and Boudreaux finally shows up about an hour later. Marie is, of course, just a little bit mad. “Boudreaux, where in hell you been ? You say you gonna be home by lunch, and here it is dark time, and you jus now gettin’ home !” Boudreaux says, “Marie, don’ get on my case. My good fren, Thibodeaux, died on de golf course dis morning.” Marie says, “Oh, Boudreaux, I’m so sorry. I can understan’ now; makin’ funeral arrangements for your fren, and all. I understan’ why you late.” Boudreaux says, “Funeral arrangements. What funeral arrangements? It was ‘Hit de ball, drag Thibodeaux. Hit de ball, drag Thibodeaux. It took me and Hebert all day to finish the game!”


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