Boudreaux was so hot he decided to have a swim. He was alone by the Bayou, so didn't worry about stripping naked.
After some minutes of getting cooled off, he swam for the grassy bank. As he came out of the water he saw two old ladies walk up by his clothes, and he panicked (Our Boudreaux is a modest man, you see; Marie made him that way)!
He grabbed an ol' bucket he saw laying in the grass, and held it in front of himself, and breathed a sigh of relief now that the bucket was hiding his privates.
The old ladies were watching him closely, and he felt awkward, and wanted to move along.
"Ladies", Boudreaux nodded his head politely as he spoke, moving towards his clothes.
"You know, I have a special gift", one of the ladies spoke up. "I can read minds".
"Mais, no, that's impossible"! said Boudreaux, eyeing his pants.
"Uh-huh", she said.
"You really know what I t'ink"?
"Yep",the old lady said, her friend giggling. "You think the bucket you're holding right now has a bottom in it".
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