At 3 am a desk clerk at the Holiday Inn gets a phone call from a very drunk-sounding Boudreaux, asking what time the bar opens. "It opens at noon," answers the clerk. About an hour later he gets another call from an even drunker Boudreaux. "What time dussh de bar open?" he asks. "Same time as before... Noon," replies the clerk. Another hour passes and Boudreaux calls again, plastered, "Whenjoo shay the bar opins at?"
The clerk getting more than a little impatient with this drunken lush answers, "I've already told you that it opens at noon, but if you absolutely can't wait, I can have room service bring something up to you." Boudreaux tells the clerk, "Mais, No... I don't want's to git in... I'm tryin' to git OUT!!!"
Thank you, Lamon. I'll remember that one for a loooong time.
Lamon, that busted me up. I have MET Boudreaux!
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