For Vilnius, Cajun Joke

[Sakharra]

Boudreaux staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Thibodeaux. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Clotile.

He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he grabbed the banister to catch himself, his body swung around, and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, Boudreaux sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.

He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty box and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Boudreaux woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt.

Clotile staring at him from across the room said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you, Boudreaux?"

Boudreaux said, "Ma belle, why you say such a mean 'ting?"

"Well," Clotile said,

"it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but, mostly ..... it's all those Band- Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror!"

[Shinbreaker]

nice one somthing my nabor done once well close to it