Seventy-five year-old Boudreaux returned home after a round of golf, and Marie asked him how it went. Boudreaux tells her, "Well, I was hitting de ball pretty good, but my old eyesight done got so bad, I couldn't see where de ball was going." Marie suggests that next time he take Thibodeaux along with him.
Boudreaux says, "But, Marie, Thibodeaux is eighty-five years old, and he don't play golf no more." Marie tells him, "Mais, yeh, but his eyesight is still real good. He can watch where de ball goes for you." Boudreaux says, "Yeh, I hadn't thought about dat." The next day Boudreaux & Thibodeaux head out to the links, and on the first tee, Boudreaux hits what was probably his best tee shot ever.
He turns to old Thibodeaux and asks, "OK, Thib, where my ball went ?" Thibodeaux replies, "Mais, I forgot !"
