Louisiana ****fights
 

The Louisiana State Police received reports of illegal ****fights being held in Sunset and sent Detective Boudreaux to investigate.

Boudreaux reported to his sergeant the next morning, "Dey is tree main groups in dis here rooster fightin’."

"Good work, Detective. Who are they?" he asked.

Boudreaux replied confidently, "De Texas Aggies, de Cajuns, and de Mafia."

Puzzled, the sergeant asked, "How did you find that out in one night?"

Well I went down and done seen dat dere rooster fight in person.
I knowed dem Aggies was involved when a duck was done entered into de fight."

The sergeant nodded, I'll buy that. But what about the others?"

"Well, I knowed de Cajuns was involved when sunnbody bet on dat dere duck."

"Ah" sighed the sergeant. ‘And how did you figure the Mafia was involved?"

"De duck won."

:beatnik: zat vuzz a goot vun!!!

A few years back, I was driving back from Baton Rouge one Friday night, and stopped at the Ryans in Opalousas to eat. I was sitting at my table eating, and I noticed about half the people in there had orange ribbons pinned to their sleeves, and there was well over 100 people in there that night. I'm thinking that maybe all these people were here with a party or somthing. But they were all sitting at different tables like they didn't know each other. Then a family came in and sat at the table beside me, and I noticed they too were wearing these orange ribbons. I thought about asking them what the ribbons were for, but I decided not to. A little later, the lady at that table got up to get some more food, and my curiosity got the best of me. We both walked up to the buffet looking, and I finally leaned over and asked her what the orange ribbons were for. She turned and gave me a big smile and said: "We've been to the **** fights tonight". I said really? I thought **** fights were illegal. She said "Noooo, we have **** fights the first Friday of each month. Where are you from? She asked me. I told her I was from Shreveport. You guys don't have **** fights in Shreveport? I told her no. She told me that I need to come come down one Friday night and go to the **** fights. We have a lot of fun. I'm thinking to myself yea, right. Well, I never made back down to Opalousas for the **** fights, and now they're illegal. Oh well.
That's my **** fight story.

Man thats some good stuff right there

I worked with a dog-food eating moron from LaGrange,GA who told me he went to a c-o-c-kfight once but when he realized it was just chickens he never went back!

Thats great, I almost laughed myself harelipped!