Tailgating Invitation From The Krewe de Chew!

Rudy · October 11, 2011

Eagle. Its whats for dinner!!!

You don't like eagles? What are you, a terrorist? And why is a condom wrapper next to a dead bird? On second thought, I don't want to know.

Seriously, I do love the hospitality Cajuns fans show at tailgate. You can't go 10 feet without being pulled into a group and force fed.

Edited October 11, 2011 by Rudy

ADLER · October 11, 2011

Boudreaux's Two Worse Pains

Mais, Boudreaux stuck a splinter under his fingernail. So, he went to the docteur. The docteur say, mais Boudreaux dat must hurt! I'm gone have to stick a needle in your finger to deaden it up so I can get dat outta dere. Boudreaux say Doc just go pull it out. The docteur say mais Boudreaux dat gone hurt. Boudreaux say dat's ok Doc I done had the two worse pains dere is in the world. Just pull it out. The docteur say mais non Boudreaux you don't onerstand...dat's gone hurt bad. Boudreaux say mais doc I can take it. I done had de two worst pains in the world. Just go get it out. The docteur say mais ok but hole on Boudreaux! Mais sho nuf Boudreaux holds still sweating buckshot but the doc finally gets the splinter out. The docteur say mais Boudreaux I just wouldn't believe you stand dat! I just gotta know man what was the two worst pains in the world worst than that? Boudreaux say well doc I was duck huntin' a while back in the swamp when here come some ducks. Mais, I stoop down in that water to hide when one of them nutria traps got me right in the groin!! Mais. dat was the second worst pain in the world!! The docteur say poo yie Boudreaux dat musta hurt! But what could be worst than dat? Boudreaux said mais doc the worst pain was when I got to the end of that CHAIN!

ADLER · October 11, 2011

Boudreaux walks into a bar in Denton, orders three pints of Shiner and sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more. The bartender asks him, "You know Boudreaux, a pint goes flat after I pour it; wouldn't you rather I pour fresh pints for you, one at a time?" Boudreaux replies: "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is now in Oklahoma, and the other, in Arkansas, and me, mais I'm from Louisiana. When we all left home, we promised we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together." The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there. Boudreaux becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way: he orders three pints and drinks them in turn. One day, he comes in and orders two pints. All the regulars notice and fall silent, speculating about what might have happened to one of the absent brothers. When Boudreaux goes back to the bar for a second round, the bartender says, "Hey Boudreaux, I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your great loss." Boudreaux looks confused for a moment and then a light dawns in his eye and he laughs and says: "Oh, no, no, no, arrybody's 's fine. I've just given up beer for Lent."

ADLER · October 11, 2011

One dark night outside of New Iberia, Louisiana , a fire started inside the local chemical plant and in a blink of an eye it exploded into massive flames.

The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around.

When the volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the chemical company president rushed to the fire chief and said, "All our secret formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant. They must be saved. I will give $50,000 to the fire department that brings them out intact."

But the roaring flames held the firefighters off. Soon more fire departments had to be called in as the situation became desperate. As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer was now $100,000 to the fire department who could bring out the company's secret files.

From a distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight. It was the nearby Cajun Hackberry Rural Township Volunteer Fire Company, composed mainly of Cajuns over the age of 65.

To everyone's amazement, that little run-down fire engine roared right past all the newer sleek engines that were parked outside the plant. Without even slowing down, it drove straight into the middle of the blazing inferno.

Outside, the other firemen watched as the Hackberry old timers jumped off right in the middle of the fire and frantically fought it back on all sides. It was a performance effort never seen before.

Within a short time, the Cajun old timers had extinguished the fire and had saved the secret formulas. The grateful chemical company president announced that for such a superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked over to personally thank each of the brave fire fighters.

The local KJUN TV news reporter rushed in to capture the event on film, asking the chief, "What are you going to do with all that money?"

"Whall," said Boudreaux, the 70-year-old fire chief, "Da first ting we gonna do is fix dem brakes on dat damn truck!"

Dr. Seuss · October 11, 2011

Geezz, all I was trying to do was invite folks to tailgate with us, but this thread went downhill fast!!!! Hope others will not miss the point of my original post. LOL!!

This was the game I wanted to go to all year, theres nothing better than a Louisiana tailgate. I wont be able to make it this year but I am going to steal a recipes or two from your website, but if you have any famous gumbo or crawfish etouffe recipes, I would appreciate it

Edited October 11, 2011 by Dr. Seuss

CajunProud · October 11, 2011

One dark night outside of New Iberia, Louisiana , a fire started inside the local chemical plant and in a blink of an eye it exploded into massive flames.

The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around.

When the volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the chemical company president rushed to the fire chief and said, "All our secret formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant. They must be saved. I will give $50,000 to the fire department that brings them out intact."

But the roaring flames held the firefighters off. Soon more fire departments had to be called in as the situation became desperate. As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer was now $100,000 to the fire department who could bring out the company's secret files.

From a distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight. It was the nearby Cajun Hackberry Rural Township Volunteer Fire Company, composed mainly of Cajuns over the age of 65.

To everyone's amazement, that little run-down fire engine roared right past all the newer sleek engines that were parked outside the plant. Without even slowing down, it drove straight into the middle of the blazing inferno.

Outside, the other firemen watched as the Hackberry old timers jumped off right in the middle of the fire and frantically fought it back on all sides. It was a performance effort never seen before.

Within a short time, the Cajun old timers had extinguished the fire and had saved the secret formulas. The grateful chemical company president announced that for such a superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked over to personally thank each of the brave fire fighters.

The local KJUN TV news reporter rushed in to capture the event on film, asking the chief, "What are you going to do with all that money?"

"Whall," said Boudreaux, the 70-year-old fire chief, "Da first ting we gonna do is fix dem brakes on dat damn truck!"

You would think that after living in Louisiana for 21 years I would get tired of these jokes, but I still love em!!

tylermeangreen · October 11, 2011

Since I teach economics, and economists are not known for being overly humorous, please let me add this not-overly-humorous tale as my lame contribution to the great Cajun humor:

The Local Economy’s Circular Flow

It's a slow day in Mamou, Louisiana. The sun is beating down, and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.

On this particular day a traveling Shreveport salesman is driving through town. He stops at the Hotel Couzan and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one in which to spend the night.

As soon as the man walks upstairs, Bosco, the owner, grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to Boudreaux the butcher.

Boudreaux takes the $100 and runs down the street to retire his debt to Trosclair the pig farmer.

Trosclair takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill at T-Boy's Farmers Co-op, the local supplier of feed and fuel.

T-Boy at the Farmer's Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local lady-of-the-evening, Clarise, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer her "services" on credit.

Clarise rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with Bosco, the hotel owner.

Bosco then places the $100 back on the counter so the traveling salesman will not suspect anything.

At that moment the salesman comes down the stairs, picks up the $100 bill, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town.

No one produced anything.

No one earned anything.

However, the whole town is now out of debt and now looks to the future with a lot more optimism.

Hey Kram, maybe this is the ultimate solution to our national debt!

KRAM1 · October 11, 2011

Since I teach economics, and economists are not known for being overly humorous, please let me add this not-overly-humorous tale as my lame contribution to the great Cajun humor:

The Local Economy’s Circular Flow

It's a slow day in Mamou, Louisiana. The sun is beating down, and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.

On this particular day a traveling Shreveport salesman is driving through town. He stops at the Hotel Couzan and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one in which to spend the night.

As soon as the man walks upstairs, Bosco, the owner, grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to Boudreaux the butcher.

Boudreaux takes the $100 and runs down the street to retire his debt to Trosclair the pig farmer.

Trosclair takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill at T-Boy's Farmers Co-op, the local supplier of feed and fuel.

T-Boy at the Farmer's Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local lady-of-the-evening, Clarise, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer her "services" on credit.

Clarise rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with Bosco, the hotel owner.

Bosco then places the $100 back on the counter so the traveling salesman will not suspect anything.

At that moment the salesman comes down the stairs, picks up the $100 bill, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town.

No one produced anything.

No one earned anything.

However, the whole town is now out of debt and now looks to the future with a lot more optimism.

Hey Kram, maybe this is the ultimate solution to our national debt!

Pretty much the way it works, Tyler. With "your guys" in the White House one can be assured that no one in DC will earn or produce anything of consequence. HeHe! Loved your story...I'm thinking this Cajun tailgate thing will be tons of fun!