Boudreaux was sitting quietly eating cracklin when his wife snuck up behind him and hit him on the head with an iron skillet.

Why you do dat, huh!!?" screamed Boudreaux.

"Dat's for dat piece of paper in you pocket with the name "Marylou" wrote on it," she replied.

Boudreaux explained, "Two weeks ago when I went to dat track, Marylou she was the horse wot I bet on!"

Ms. Boudreaux seemed satisfied and remorseful, apologized, and went off to work around the house.

Three days later he was again sitting in his chair eating boudin this time. "SMACK"! Ms. Boudreaux nailed him with a gumbo pot, knocking him out cold.

When Boudreax came to, he said, "Wot the heck was dat for?"

"Your horse is on the phone."

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The Vet's Mother... (For you Animal Lovers Out there!)

Every Sunday, a little old lady placed $1,000 in the collection plate. This went on for weeks until the priest, overcome by curiosity, approached her.

"Madam, I couldn't help but notice that you put $1,000 a week in the collection plate," he stated.

"Why yes," she replied, "every week my son sends me money, and what I don't need I give to the church."

The priest replied... "That's wonderful, how much does he send you?"

The old lady said.... "Oh, $20,000 a week."

The Priest was amazed... "Your son is very successful, what does he do for a living?"

"He is a veterinarian," she answered.

"That is a very honorable profession. The priest says. Where does he practice?"

The old lady says proudly...."Well, he has one cat house in Las Vegas and another in Reno."

Lee:
Very cute joke. I had to pass that on to a couple people I knew would get a chuckle out of it.

Susan

My guess is that we all sent these jokes on to friends ....keep up the good work!