Dead giveaway ;-)
We're home from a wonderful weekend of camping so here's a joke to start the week off. Yes, we definitely did some drinking this weekend! LOL!
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While cleaning out my inbox, I found this joke from my friend Heather. It's definitely funny enough to share! :)
A DEAD GIVEAWAY
Boudreaux staggered home 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 caught himself by grabbing the banister, 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 mirror to see that his cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to 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 shuffled and stumbled led his way to bed.
In the morning, Boudreaux woke up with searing pain in his head and rear and Clotile staring at him from across the room. She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Boudreaux?"
Boudreaux said, "Mais chere, 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!"
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While cleaning out my inbox, I found this joke from my friend Heather. It's definitely funny enough to share! :)
A DEAD GIVEAWAY
Boudreaux staggered home 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 caught himself by grabbing the banister, 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 mirror to see that his cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to 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 shuffled and stumbled led his way to bed.
In the morning, Boudreaux woke up with searing pain in his head and rear and Clotile staring at him from across the room. She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Boudreaux?"
Boudreaux said, "Mais chere, 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!"
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