BOUDREAUX AND THE LUMBER

Boudreaux, a Cajun who lived deep in the swampy area of Louisiana, was feeling guilty, so he went to confession. "Father, I tink you ought to know that I kinda took a leetle lumber from dat new construction site a couple a weeks ago."

Priest: "What did you do with the lumber, my son?"

Boudreaux: "Well, Father, my porch, she's had a hole for a long time. I'm 'fraid someone will break dey laig, so I fix de hole."

Priest: "Well, that's not so bad."

Boudreaux: "Well, Father, I had a leetle lumber left."

Priest: "What did you do with it?"

Boudreaux: "Well, my poor dog, Phideaux, he ain't never had no place to get outta de weather, so I make him his own leetle doghouse."

Priest: "OK, anything else?"

Boudreaux: "Well, Father, I had a leetle lumber left. So you know, my truck, she ain't never had no place to get outta de wether either, so I make her a two car garage."

Priest: "Now, this is getting a little out of hand."

Boudreaux: "Well, Father, I still had a leetle lumber left."

Priest: "Yes?"

Boudreaux: "Well, my wife, she always want a bigger house. So I add two bedrooms and a new bat'room."

Priest: "OK Boudreaux. That's definitely too much. For your penance, you are going to have to make a Novena. You do know how to make a Novena, don't you?"

Boudreaux: "No, Father, I don't . but if you got de plans, I got de lumber."