Coaches Retreat
The high school coaches in Terrebone Parish, Louisiana went to a
coaches' retreat. To save money they had to room together. No one wanted
to room with Coach Boudreaux because he snores so bad. They decide it's
not fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time so they vote
to take turns.
Coach Fontenot sleeps wit him and he come to breakfast next morning
hair a mess, eyes all bloodshot. They say, "Man, what happen to you?"
He say, "Man, that Boudreaux snore so loud, I watch him all night."
Next night coach Guidry's turn. In the morning, same thing -- hair all
standing up, eyes all bloodshot. They say, "Man, what happened to you?
You look awful!" He say, "Man, no, that Boudreaux shake the roof. I
watched him all night."
Third night, coach Breaux turn. Next morning he come to breakfast
bright eyed and bushy tailed.
"Good morning you all." They can't believe!
They say, "Man, what happened?" He say, "Well, we get ready for bed. I
go and tuck Boudreaux into bed and kiss him good night.
He watch me all night long.
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Fundies and trolls are cordially invited to
shove a wooden cross up their arses and rotate
at a high rate of speed. I trust you'll
be 'blessed' with a cornucopia of splinters.
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