jswordy
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Here is one from way down South...
A long time ago, Boudreaux, believe it or not, was known among his friends to be very brief and to the point - he really never said too much.
One day, an Avon lady knocked at his door and asked to see his wife, so Boudreaux told her that Marie wasn't home.
"Well," the woman said, "could I please wait for her?"
Boudreaux directed her to the kitchen and left her sitting there for more than three hours.
Starting to worry, she called out for him an asked, "May I ask where your wife is?"
"She went to the cemetery," Boudreaux replied.
"And when is she coming back?"
"Mais, I really don't know," he said. "She's been der eleven years now!"
A long time ago, Boudreaux, believe it or not, was known among his friends to be very brief and to the point - he really never said too much.
One day, an Avon lady knocked at his door and asked to see his wife, so Boudreaux told her that Marie wasn't home.
"Well," the woman said, "could I please wait for her?"
Boudreaux directed her to the kitchen and left her sitting there for more than three hours.
Starting to worry, she called out for him an asked, "May I ask where your wife is?"
"She went to the cemetery," Boudreaux replied.
"And when is she coming back?"
"Mais, I really don't know," he said. "She's been der eleven years now!"
