Kou Kou’s

Archive for June, 2009

T-Boy saw an ad in the paper about a FREE RIVER CRUISE so he went to the travel agency in Lafayette. He told the lady behind the desk why he was there. The woman punched a hidden button, two big fellas came up behind T-Boy, beat him up, took his wallet, and stuff him in a crawfish sack. Then they drug him out back and throwed him into the bayou.

A little bit later Joubert walks in to claim his free cruise. The woman hits that button again and sure enough two big bastards sprung out, beat him up, stuff him in a sack, stole his wallet, and throw him out back into the bayou too.

A couple miles down the bayou the two Cajuns was floating along and bump into one another. T-Boy said to Joubert, “I wonder if dey gonna serve beer on this cruise?”

Joubert replies,”I doubt it. They didn’t serve a damn thing last year.”

Take you time and answer each question.

Did Noah include termites on the ark?
Doesn’t expecting the unexpected make the unexpected become the expected?
Do they have reserved parking for non-handicapped people at the Special Olympics?
How do you dial a pushbutton phone?
How do you get off a non-stop flight?
How come wrong numbers are never busy?
If a book about failures doesn’t sell, is it a success?
If a brown cow eats green grass why is it’s milk white?
If a giraffe had a sore throat, how many lozenges would it need to make it better?
If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?
If a man with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, would it be considered a hostage situation?

Once again they underestimate us.
This Cajun got some math moves. Go ahead!

Amadee was in his front yard mowing his grass when T-Boy come stormin out of the house and rushed to the mailbox. T-Boy opened it up, looked inside, then slammed it shut and stormed back into the house looking all pissed off.

A little bit later Amadee was weed eating and here come T-Boy again to the mailbox, opened it, felt all the way around inside. Then he cussed and slammed it closed harder than ever.

Mais Amadee couldn’t take no more he say, “What the hell’s wrong T-Boy?”

T-Boy looked at him all crazy, “Well hell! My new computer keeps telling me, “YOU’VE GOT MAIL.”

A couple was driving down highway 14 arguing wildly about the man sleeping with another woman.

The wife got so mad she whipped out a knife, chopped the mans pecker off and threw it out the window.

The penis flies through the air, splattering onto the windshield of the car that is following and rolls off.

Little Lena riding with her dad says “What was that Daddy?”  The father says “That was just a bug”.

The daughter looks at him and replies “That bug sure had a big pecker”.

This is just about true and could happen down here. We drink a little sometimes yeah!
On any given day I pass people coming back from the store on their riding lawn mower with a 12 pack sitting on the hood. LOL

I love these jokes done live in clubs. You don’t have to be drunk to enjoy a good Cajun joke (but it sure as hell helps)! – Kou Kou

Three Cajuns got stuck in a mess are all three got sentenced to be executed by a firing squad.

Admee got taken out and they told him to face the wall so he does but just as they’re going to shoot him, he shouts “Tornado!” and the firing squad sll ran for cover.

Then they brung out T-Meche from Erath and he faces the wall but just as they are going to shoot he shouts “Hurricane!” and the firing squad all run away.

Then they bring out Joubert from Evangeline and they tell him to face the wall.  Just when the firing squad is about to shoot, the Joubert shouts, “Fire!”

Mais la

Thibodeaux was fishing one day when he had a heart attack and died. The next day Thibodeaux’s wife, Ada, placed the obituary in the Crowley, Louisiana newpaper that read, “Thibodeaux done died!” The newspaper called Ada and explained that she could add some details since the obituary could be 10 lines long. She corrected the ad and the next day it ran stating, “Thibodeaux done died! Boat for sale!”

To launch the site with a littel Murray Conque standup.

Treat yourself to some authentic and hilarious home grown Cajun humor. Thanks Murray!