#8 Making Fun of Themselves

A favorite pastime of Cajuns, besides beer drinking, is telling jokes, and nothing gets a bigger belly laugh from a Cajun than a Boudreaux and Thibodeaux joke. You see, Coonasses like making fun of themselves, and Boudreaux and Thibodeaux jokes are universally loved across Cajun country (with the possible exception of people named Boudreaux or Thibodeaux – but that’s ok, they usually don’t understand dem jokes anyway).

Boudreaux and Thibodeaux jokes are the Cajun equivalent of blond or Texas Aggie jokes. In fact, a lot of Boudreaux and Thibodeaux jokes are recycled Aggie jokes Cajunified a lil’ bit (I like makin’ up words yeah). Thibodeaux usually plays the straight man to Boudreaux’s dumbass antics, and occasionally their friend Gautreaux or Boudreaux’s equally dense wife Marie join them.

Here’s a small sampling of what I’m talkin’ about, and if you like them, you can find more here, and some racier ones here.

Boudreaux’s Wife Goes Into Labor

Boudreaux calls the doctor and shouts, “Doc! Doc! my wife Mathilda she be in labor and da contractions are only two minutes apart!”
The doctor asked, “Is this her first child?”
Boudreaux shouts, “No, you idiot, this is her husband!”

Boudreaux Pays Respect

Boudreaux, Thibodeaux, and Gautreaux was playing a big round of golf for $200. At the 18th green Boudreaux had hisself a ten foot putt to win dat round, and the $200. As Boudreaux was lining up his putt, a funeral procession started to pass by. Boudreaux set down his putter, took his hat off, placed it over his chest, and waited for the funeral procession to pass him by. After it passed, Boudreaux picked up his putter and returned to lining up his putt. Seeing this, Thibodeaux said, “Mais cher, dat was de most touching ting I never seen befo. I can’t believe you stopped playing, possibly losing all you concentration, to pay you respects.” “Well”, Boudreaux replies, “we were married for 25 years.”

Cajuns Meet the Aggies (We love pickin’ on dem Aggies)

Boudreaux was sitting in the City Bar in Maurice, Louisiana, one Saturday night, and had several beers under his belt. After a while, he looked at the guy sitting next to him, and asked him, “Hey, you wanna hear a good Aggie joke, you?”

The big guy replied, “Let me tell you something. I’m an oil field roughneck, I weigh 270 pounds, and I don’t like Cajuns. My buddy here is a pro football player, weighs 300 pounds, and he doesn’t like Cajuns either. His friend on his other side is a professional wrestler, weighs 320 pounds, always has a chip on his shoulder, and he likes Cajuns even less than we do, and we are all Aggies. Do you really want to tell us an Aggie joke ?”

Boudreaux, all 150 pounds of Cajun attitude, told him, “Mais, I guess not. After all I don’t want have to explain it three times !

Boudreaux Goes to Confession

Boudreaux, in his usual highly inebriated state, accidentally stumbled into the church building Saturday afternoon, trips his way into the confessional and sits down. The Priest, there of course to hear confession hears nothing so he coughs to let Boudreaux know that he is ready to listen to him, but still hears nothing. He then knocks on the wall separating them, and Boudreaux tells him, “Sorry but dey ain’t no paper in dis one neither!”