[The_Sword_of_Groo]

I have heard many, B and T stories over the years....one of my best friends grew up in Abita Springs. He's been gone a long time but if the Andy Gator flows just right he has acute episodic reversions to LA-speak and loves to tell those jokes. He tells one that I cant remember (or decipher) that ends with the punchline " That dog can't swim" He is usually laughing by himself but he loves to tell the joke.

Incidentally, I assumed you were joking. I was jabbing back. I forget sometimes my humor doesn't translate into the typed word.

the info I added about the Oke is true though. If you go fish there take 2 L of whole blood to replenish what the yellow flies will take from you...bugs there are as bad as Alaska. No exaggeration.

[jmax]

You should hear some of the stories my mama, Mary Adale, used to tell when she was a striper at Jacques Kit Kat Klub in Shreveport. If you ever hung out there, you may know her. Her maiden name was Gautreaux, but she married a shrimper out of Houma named Quebodeaux. Because she couldn't spell Quebodeaux, she just changed her name to Smith to make everything easier.

Got to run. Have a few things to do....leaving for Waycross after while. Meeting my buddies Bubba and Junior there. We're going to drop down to the Camp and rent a boat early in the morning. Heard the bluegill are stacked up in 4 foot water.