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Boudreaux the Ice Fisherman

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Old Cajun Boudreaux gets too drunk to watch television,
so he decides to go ice fishing. He gathers his gear and goes
walking around until he finds a big patch of ice. He heads
into the center of the ice and begins to bore a hole.

All of sudden, a loud booming voice comes out of the sky.
"You will find no fish under that ice."

Old Boudreaux looks around, but sees no one.
He starts boring again. Once more, the voice speaks.
"As I said before, there are no fish under the ice."

Old Boudreaux looks all over, high and low, but can't
see a single soul. He picks up the drill and tries one
more time to finish. Before he can even start cutting,
the huge voice interrupts.
"I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!"

Old Boudreaux is now flustered and somewhat scared, so
he asks the voice, "How do you know there are no fish?
Are you The Lord trying to warn me?"

"No", the voice replied. "I am the manager of this hockey rink."

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