Boudreaux’s car breaks down on the I-10 causeway between Lafayette and Baton Rouge. He eases over onto the narrow shoulder, steps out of the car and opens the trunk. Out of the trunk jumps Thibodeaux and Pierre in trench coats. They walk to the rear of Boudreaux’s car where they stand facing oncoming traffic. Once there, they begin opening their coats and exposing themselves to approaching drivers while Boudreaux opens the hood and begins checking the car. Not surprisingly, cars start honking their horns and swerving all over the causeway at the site of the two naked Cajun’s exposing themselves.
It’s not very long before a police car shows up. The cop, clearly enraged, runs toward Boudreaux yelling, “What the heck is going on here?”
“My car done broke down,” says Boudreaux, calmly.
“Well, what are those two perverts doing back behind your car?” screams the cop.
“Dem boys be my emergency flashers!” replied Boudreaux calmly.

Boudreaux At The Bar
A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink. “Shure enough!,” comes the reply. The first man then asks: “Where ya’ll from, you?”
“Louisiana” replies the second man. The first man responds, “Ya’ll don’t say. I’m from Louisiana too! Let’s me and you have anudder round to “Louisiana”.
Curious, the first man then asks: “Where at in Louisiana you come from, you?” “Larose,” comes the reply. “I can’t believe it,” says the first man. “I’m from Larose too! Let’s me and you have us anudder drink to old Larose.” Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: “So, were did you live at in Larose?” “On a boat, at da shrimpin docks,” replies the second man. Dis is just plain unbelievable!,” the first man says. “I lived on a boat at da shrimpin docks, too! Let’s me and you have us anudder drink to da shrimpin docks.” About that time one of the regulars comes in and sits down at the bar. “What’s up?” he asks the bartender. “Nothing much,” replies the bartender. “Boudreaux and his brother Pierre are just getting drunk again.”