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The high school coaches in St. Landry Parish Louisiana went to a coaches
retreat. To save money they had to room together. No one wanted to room
with coach Boudreaux because he snores so bad. They decide it's not fair
to make one of dem stay wit him the whole time so they vote to take turns.

Coach Fontenot sleeps wit him and he come to breakfast next morning hair
a mess, eyes all blood shot. They say, "Man, what happen to you?"

He say, "Man, that Boudreaux snore so loud, I watch him all night."

Next night coach Guidrys turn. In the morning, same thing - hair all standing
up, eyes all blood shot. They say, "Man, what happened to you? You look
awful!"

He say, "Man, no, that Boudreaux shake the roof. I watched him all night."

Third night, coach Doucet turn. Next morning he come to breakfast bright
eyed and bushy tailed. "Good morning you all."

They can't believe! They say, "Man, what happened?"

He say, "Well, we get ready for bed. I go and tuck Boudreaux into bed
and kiss him good night. He watch me all night."

 

 

 

h.a.n.d.

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