Just the daily thoughts and gripes of a guy attempting to survive in America's heartland.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
A little morning humor
Boudreaux, a Cajun highlander from Rapides Parish in central Louisiana,
was an older, single gentleman, who was born and raised a Baptist,
living in South Louisiana.
Each Friday night after work, he would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak.
Now, all of Boudreaux’s neighbors were Catholic and since it was Lent, They were forbidden from eating meat on Fridays.
The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a
problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their
priest. The priest came to visit Boudreaux, and suggested that Boudreaux
convert to Catholicism. After several classes and much study, Boudreaux
attended Mass and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said,
“You were born a Baptist and raised a Baptist, but now you are
Boudreaux’s neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived,
and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood. The
priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as he rushed into
Boudreaux’s yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he
stopped in amazement and watched.
There stood Boudreaux, clutching a small bottle of water which he
carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat, and chanted: “You wuz born a
deer, and you wuz raised a deer, but now you a catfish.”