Boudreaux and Trosclair were a couple of drinking buddies who worked as
aircraft mechanics at de Bayou Teche, Louisiana, International Airport.
One day the airport was fogged in and they were stuck in the hangar
with nothing to do.
Boudreaux say, 'Man, I wish we had something to drink!'
Trosclair say, 'Me too. Y'know, I've heard you can drink de jet fuel
and get a buzz.
So dey pour demselves a couple of Jet A and get completely smashed.
De next morning Boudreaux wake himsef up and is surprise at how good he
feel.
In fact he feel GREAT! NO hangover! NO bad side effects. Nuttin!
Then de phone ring. It's Trosclair. Trosclair say, 'Hey, how you
are this morning?'
Boudreaux say, 'Man, I feel great, how bout you?'
Trosclair say, 'I feel great, too. You don' have a hangover?'
Boudreaux say, 'No dat jet fuel is great stuff -- no hangover, nuttin.
We ought to do dis more often.'
Trosclair say, ' Yeah, well dey's just one ting.'
'What's that?'
'Have you passed gas yet?'
'No.'
'Well, DON'T - cause I'm in Shreveport !'
--
"Socialism is a philosophy of failure,the creed of ignorance, and the
gospel of envy, its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery"
-Winston Churchill
On Mon, 02 Jan 2012 14:59:42 -0600, Swingman <[email protected]> wrote:
>On 1/2/2012 1:09 PM, Doug Winterburn wrote:
>
>> 'Well, DON'T - cause I'm in Shreveport !'
>
>
>LMAO!
Launching my ass off?
What, cher, Boudreaux don't tell you dat one?
--
In the depth of winter, I finally learned
that within me there lay an invincible summer.
-- Albert Camus