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Friday May 20th:
Lunch Feature - Fried Catfish, White Beans wit' Jambalaya an' Garlic French Bread![]()
Joke Of The Day - BOUDREAU THE PAINTER
Boudreau, while not a brilliant scholar, was a truly gifted portrait artist. His fame grew . . . and soon people from all over the country were coming to South Louisiana to have portraits done. Dat boy could Paint! And it all looked very good too!
One day, a limo pulled up to his house. Inside the car was a beautiful woman, and she asked Boudreau if he would paint her in the nude. This was the first time anyone had made this request of Boudreau. The woman said money was no object; she was willing to pay $50,000.
Not wanting to get into trouble with his wife, Boudreau asked the woman to wait while he went in the house and conferred with Marie, his beautimous bride.
In a few minutes, he returned and said to the lady, "I can do dat, ain't no big thang Marie said. I'll paint ya in da nude, but I gotta leave my socks on so I have a place to wipe my brushes."![]()
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Thursday May 19th - Lunch Feature: Garlic Shrimp o'er Angel Hair Pasta wit' Corn an' Garlic French Bread![]()
Joke Of The Day - BOUDREAU GETS DRUNK
Boudreau staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Thibodeau. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Clotilde. 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, Boudreau sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that 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 Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning, Boudreau woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Clotilde staring at him from across the room. She asked, “You were drunk again last night weren’t you?” Boudreau asked, ‘Why you say such a mean thing?”
“Well,” Clotilde 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 hall mirror."![]()
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