Post by Hoot on Jun 28, 2006 12:28:17 GMT -6
Three Cajuns go Fishing
One day, while fishing under the I-10 bridge in the Atchafalaya
Basin, Boudreaux made a confession.
(For all the yankees out there, it's 'Boo-drough, Tiba-dough,
Fon-ten-oh) and Shaf-a-la-ya)
"We all been friends for tirty year and been tru a lot.
I never told ya'll dis befo 'cause I don't wanna ruin our friendship,
but I'm gay."
Fontenot looked over at Thibodeaux and say, "We kinda figured dat out
a while back, but wadn't gonna say nuttin' cause we din't wanna
embarrassyou."
Boudreaux thanked them for their understanding and continued, Da
reason I'm tollin' ya'll dis is 'cause I got AIDS and I got six munt
to liv.
Ya'll da only family I got lef and I want ya'll to promise me dat
ya'll wont let dem bary me.
I'm scared of dem caskets and I wanna be cremate.
Den, I want ya'll to trow my ashes from dat bridge up dair into dis
swamp.
Cause dis where we've spent so much time together."
Fontenot and Thibodeaux wiped back a few tears, then agreed to do as
their friend asked.
Sho' nough, six munts later Boudreaux died, and they were standin on
the bridge with the ashes.
Fontenot was about to trow dem out when Thibodeaux stop him:
"Wait, you gotta say sumtin," he say.
"I donno what to say. I never waz much bout goin' to church,"
Fontenot admitted.
Thibodeaux, he scratch his head. "Just say somtin' . . . anyting,
Make it rhyme."
Fontenot, he tought about it a while, den a while longer.
Then he a started trowin' dem ashes out over da swamp and say,
"Ashes to ashes,
Dus to dus,
If you liked women,
You'd be here wit us."
One day, while fishing under the I-10 bridge in the Atchafalaya
Basin, Boudreaux made a confession.
(For all the yankees out there, it's 'Boo-drough, Tiba-dough,
Fon-ten-oh) and Shaf-a-la-ya)
"We all been friends for tirty year and been tru a lot.
I never told ya'll dis befo 'cause I don't wanna ruin our friendship,
but I'm gay."
Fontenot looked over at Thibodeaux and say, "We kinda figured dat out
a while back, but wadn't gonna say nuttin' cause we din't wanna
embarrassyou."
Boudreaux thanked them for their understanding and continued, Da
reason I'm tollin' ya'll dis is 'cause I got AIDS and I got six munt
to liv.
Ya'll da only family I got lef and I want ya'll to promise me dat
ya'll wont let dem bary me.
I'm scared of dem caskets and I wanna be cremate.
Den, I want ya'll to trow my ashes from dat bridge up dair into dis
swamp.
Cause dis where we've spent so much time together."
Fontenot and Thibodeaux wiped back a few tears, then agreed to do as
their friend asked.
Sho' nough, six munts later Boudreaux died, and they were standin on
the bridge with the ashes.
Fontenot was about to trow dem out when Thibodeaux stop him:
"Wait, you gotta say sumtin," he say.
"I donno what to say. I never waz much bout goin' to church,"
Fontenot admitted.
Thibodeaux, he scratch his head. "Just say somtin' . . . anyting,
Make it rhyme."
Fontenot, he tought about it a while, den a while longer.
Then he a started trowin' dem ashes out over da swamp and say,
"Ashes to ashes,
Dus to dus,
If you liked women,
You'd be here wit us."