vixta Financial Delinquent.
Registered: May 2004 Posts: 884 - Threads: 23 Location: London
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Lolled did Vixta...
Boudreaux & Band-Aids (that's pronounced BOO-dro, for y'all not
familiar with Louisiana)
Boudreaux staggered home very late after
another evening with his drinking buddy, Thibodeaux.
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Clotile.
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, Boudreaux 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 box and shuffled and stumbled his
way to bed.
In the morning, Boudreaux woke up with searing pain in both his
head and butt and Clotile staring at him from across the room.
She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you Boudreaux?'
Boudreaux said, 'Mon cher, why you say such a mean ting?'
'Well,' Clotile 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 downstairs
mirror.
Vixta
Suddenly being a grownup was just too difficult, so we gave up.
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