Fun with Teedeaux and Thibodeaux

Teedeaux and Thibodeaux have been at it for years, one trying to "one up" the other. Here's a sampling of the best of Teedeaux and Thibodeaux.

Houses in Louisiana

Now, you must know, in Louisiana we have "shotgun houses". They're called that because of how they're built; one room after the other starting with the "front room", bedroom, bath room, hall and hall closet, bedroom, making the "barrel" of the gun and ending with the kitchen. Now the kitchen is wider than any of the other rooms affording a "side porch" towards the back of the house, making the "trigger" and "stock" of the gun.

The Cat

One day, Teedeaux was watching this cat run into the open side door, through the house, out the front door, around and up the driveway and into the side door again. Thibodeaux happened along and asked Teedeaux what he was doing.
"Well, I done give that cat two parts water and one part gas and he's runnin' crazy!" said Teedeaux.
"And fast too!" remarked Thibodeaux, as the cat swished past him and up the steps to the open side door.
The cat made it around again and Thibodeaux asked, "How long's he been runnin' like 'at?"
"About ten minutes I reckon", replied Teedeaux.
Just about then, the cat came around the front of the house, slowed to a stop and keeled over!
"Oh, no! He's done gone and died!" cried Thibodeaux.
"No, he ain't dead," Teedeaux said confidently. "He just run out of gas!"

The Tire

Teedeaux and Thibodeaux were in the delivery business and Teedeaux was watchin' the phone for new suck--er, customers and Thibodeax was out delivering some shrimp and crabs. Presently, the phone rang and Teedeaux in a businesslike maner, answered.

"Teedeaux and Thibodeaux's Delivery Service. Teedeaux speakin'." Said Teedeaux.
"Hey, Teedeaux," said the voice on the other end. "I got a problem."
"Zatchu, Thibodeaux?" Teedeaux asked.
"Yeah it's me." said Thibodeaux.
"What's the problem? The ice didn't melt, did it?" Questioned Teedeaux.
"No, the shrimp and crabs is ok but I got a flat tire." Exclaimed Thibodeaux.
"Well, change it! You have a spare don'tcha?" Said Teedeaux.
"Yeah, I got it out." Said Thibodeaux.
"You got a jack don'tcha?" Inquired Teedeaux.
"Yeah, the truck's jacked up." Said Thibodeaux.
"You got a wrench don'tcha?" Asked Teedeaux.
"Yeah, I used it to jack the truck up." Said Thibodeaux.
"Well, what's the problem then?" Teedeaux asked, impatiently.
"Which way do ya turn the tire to unscrew it off the axel?"

Teedeaux and Thibodeaux go fishin'

On an overcast Saturday morning we find Teedeaux and Thibodeaux fishin' on Bayou Bon Fucha but the fish just ain't bitin'.
"What you say we move up de bayou, Teedeaux?" Said Thibodeaux.
"I guess so, they ain't bitin' heah." Said Teedeaux.
So, Thibodeax started the motor and proceeded to move up the bayou. Pretty soon Teedeaux calls out to Thibodeaux,
"What chu doin'? You're all over the bayou! Can't you steer the boat straighter than that?
"I'm tryin'," Thibodeaux explained.
The two fished for a little while but the fish still didn't bite. So they moved again. Again Thibodeaux skewed the boat from one side of the bayou to the other.
"You're gettin' me dizzy, Thib. What's wrong with you?" Teedeaux demanded.
"I don't know," Said Thibodeaux. "I'll get it straight in a minute."
Well, they fished for about a half an hour but caught nothing. So, they moved again.
"Dog my cat's if you ain't crazy!" cried Teedeaux. "Here, take this pill it will help you steer the boat better."
"What's dat pill you want me to take?" asked Thibodeaux.
"It's a Steeroid."

Thibodeaux goes flyin'

Thibodeaux found himself in Shreveport, Louisiana at a lawyer's office receiving a check from an uncle who died and left him $20,000.00. Feeling well heeled, he decided to fly back home to Southeast Louisiana, something he had never done before; fly in an airplane. Thibodeaux was nervous all through check in, boarding and waiting. Finally the plane took off.
"Oh, my lordy, lordy!" Thibodeaux exclaimed.
The plane ascended to 5,000 feet. Again, Thibodeaux was heard.
"Oh, my lordy, lordy!" was his lament.
"Lord, if you just get me down out'a this heah plane I'll give you half of everything I got!"
Well, the plane landed safely and just as Thibodeaux was heading to the gate he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Excuse me sir, I'm Reverand Jackson and I heard your offer to the Lord and I'm here to collect."
"Well, you're too late," Thibodeaux told the reverand.
"Too late?" barked the reverand.
"Yeah, I made a better deal with him," explained Thibodeaux.
"Better deal?" asked the reverand.
"Yeah, I told him if I ever got on a plane again, he could have the whole thing!"

Teedeaux is Dieing

It was a stormy night on the bayou in Southeast Louisiana where Teedeaux and Thibodeaux lived. The rain was coming down in sheets; the drops were as big as salt shakers; the wind was blowing and howling and it was dark as pitch outside. Thibodeaux hadn't seen hide nor hair of Teedeaux all day so he braved the elements and went to visit Teedeaux. He knocked on Teedeeaux's door. There was no answer. He knocked again, louder. Still no answer so he tried the door. He went in and found Teedeaux layin' in bed.
"Whatchu doin' in baid?" Asked Thibodeaux.
"I'm diein'." Answered Teedeaux, in a pityful voice.
"Can I getchu anything?" Thibodeaux said.
"Yeah, cough, cough..." Coughed Teedeaux.
"What can I getcha old buddy?" Mourned Thibodeaux.
"Get me a, cough, cough... a rabbi..." Said Teedeaux, weakly.
"A rabbi?" Exclaimed Thibodeaux.
"Yeah, quick 'cause I ain't gonna, cough... last much, cough... longer..." Said Teedeaux.
"Whatchu want a rabbi for? Youse a Catholick." Admonished Thibodeaux.
"You don't think I'm gonna call a priest out on a night like this!"

Teedeaux Dies and goes to Heaven

This takes place a long time from now, way into the future. It seems that former president Bill Clinton dies and goes to heaven, where upon he goes to the Golden Gates and is told to go to the first door on the right. He does so and is greeted by God who tells him to sit on his right side. Shortly thereafter, former premier Gorbachov dies and he goes to heaven and is instructed to sit on God's right hand.
Presently, Teedeaux dies and oddly enough, he too goes to heaven and is told to go into the first door on the right.
He's greeted by the Lord who says, "Welcome my son. Come sit here with us."
Teedeaux looks him in the eyes and says, "First off, I'm not yo' son and secondly you're sittin' in my chair!"

Thibodeaux Can't Win!

One bright, beautiful sunny day, Teedeaux walks past Thibodeaux's house and Thibodeaux is sitting on the front steps with his hands between his legs and he's looking sad and forlorn. Teedeaux walks up to him and asks if he's alright.
"Yeah, I'm OK, I guess." Thibodeaux said, looking at the ground.
"What'd ya mean, I guess", Theedeaux said. "You don't look alright. What's the matter?"
"I lost again."
"What did you loose, again?" Teedeaux asked.
"Checkers." Thibodeaux answered.
"Checkers?" Teedeaux, repeated.
"Yeah. My computer beat me at checkers again." Thibodeaux said, looking up at Teedeaux.
"Well, that's nothin' to fret about, you'll beat it soon." And, Teedeaux went on his way.

The next day, the same thing happened. "That dad blamed computer beat me again!" Thibodeaux cried.
"That's OK, you'll win sooner or later." Teedeaux said.

Well, this went on for about a week and come Monday, Teedeaux walked past Thibodeaux's house and he wasn't on the porch cryin', so Teedeaux went in and found Thibodeaux danci' around the floor.
"Well, I guess you finally won at checkers!" He said.
"Nope, it beat me again."
"Well what are you so dancin' happy about if it beat you again?" Teedeaux asked.
"I Beat it at kickboxin'!" Thibodeaux said, gleefully.

More Fun with Teedeaux and Thibodeaux soon... stay tuned!

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3/26/08