Boudreaux & Band-aids

[tg1911]

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.

[Scarlett]

FOTFLMAO!

Someone should of told him that, Boudreaux and whiskey, don't mix well together.