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Boudreaux and his wife they out fishing in the lake one day. She stood up and fell over the side of the boat, and sank like a stone. Ol’ Boudreaux he dive in the water and look, but de water wuz plenny muddy, so he can’t fin’ her. After a while he goes back to the landing and tells de authorities. They mount a search. All night, they don’ find nuthin’. An’ all de nex’ day.

Fin’ly, Boudreaux, his phone ring. He pick it up and say “‘Ello?”

It’s the Sheriff. “Mr. Boudreaux, we got some bad news. We find your wife.”

“Oh, mon Dieu,” says Boudreaux. “She dead, hanh?!?!?”

“Yessir. She been in the lake a day an’ a half. When we pull her out, she had ’bout t’ree dozen big blue crab on her.”

“Oh, poor gal,” says Boudreaux. “An’ you brought her to the funeral home, hanh?”

“Hell, no,” said the sheriff. “Catchin’ crab like dat, we t’rew her back in. We gonna check her again in de’ mornin’!”