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Bad Night

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Gambino, Jul 23, 2005.

  1. Gambino


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    Apr 30, 2004
    Waynesboro, Mississippi
    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

    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's all those Band-Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror.