Bravo Eric.
Best version of this classic I have read.
See what happens when autocross season ends!
Larry.
>From: "Eric Linnhoff" <eric10mm@qni.com>
>Reply-To: "Eric Linnhoff" <eric10mm@qni.com>
>To: "autocross list" <autox@autox.team.net>
>Subject: Cajun Christmas Greetings
>Date: Tue, 14 Dec 1999 23:02:50 -0800
>
>Sorry for the off topic post folks but I thought my autocrossing friends
>down in Weeziana might like this.
>
>Hey, we ain't racin' here so we gots to do sumpin'.
>
>See you on course.
>
>Eric Linnhoff in KC
>#69DS TLS #13
>'98 Neon R/T
><eric10mm@qni.com>
>
>Baby you can drive my car
>Yes I'm gonna be a star
>Baby you can drive my car
>And baby I love you
>
>Beep beep'm beep beep yeah
>============================
>"Drive my car" by The Beatles
>
>
>
>12 Days of Cajun Christmas
>
>Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, Thanks for de bird in de Pear tree. I fix it
>las' night with dirty rice. I doan tink de pear tree.will grow in
>de swamp, so I swap it for a Satsuma.
>
>Day 2: Dear Boudreaux, You letter say you sent two turtle doves,
>but all I got was two scrawny pigeons. Anyway, I mixed dem with
>andouille an made some gumbo out of dem.
>
>Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why doan you sent some crawfish? I'm tired
>of eating dem darn birds. I gave two of dose prissy French chickens
>to Marie Trahan over at Grans Bayou an fed the tird one to my dog
>Phideaux. Marie needed some sparring partners for her fighting
>rooster.
>
>Day 4: Dear Boudreaux, Mon Dieux! I tol you no more friggin
>birds. Deez four, what you call dem "calling birds" were so noisy you
>could hear dem all de way to Napoleonville. I used dere necks for my
>crab traps, an fed de rest of dem to de gators.
>
>Day 5: Dear Boudreaux, You finally sen' somethin useful. I like
>dem golden rings, me. I hocked dem at da pawn shop in Thibodeaux and
>got enuf money to fix da shaft on my shrimp boat an buy a round for da
>boys at de Raisin' Cane Lounge. Merci Beaucoup!
>
>Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Couchon! Back to da birds, you coonass
>turkey! Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to death at dem six gaeases.
>He tried to eat dems eggs and dey peck de heck out ah his snout. Dey
>good at eating cockroaches, though. I may stuff one of dem wit
>erster dressing on Christmas day.
>
>Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I
>see you. Thibeau, da mailman, is ready to kill ya. The merde from all
>dem birds is stinkin' up his mailboat. He afraid someone will slip
>on dat stuff and sue him good. I let those seven swans loose to swim
>on de bayou and some duck hunters from Mississippi blasted dem out of
>de water. Talk to you tomorrow.
>
>Day 8: Dear Boudreaux, poor ole Thibeau, he had to make tree trips
>on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids a milkin and their cows. One
>of dem cows got spooked by da alligators and almost tipped over da
>boat. I doan like dem shiftless maids, me no. I tolt dem to get to work
>guttin fish and sweepinq the shack but dey say it wasn't in dair
>contract. Dey probably think dey too good ta skin nutrias I caught
>las night.
>
>Day 9: Dear Boudreaux, What you trying to do huh? Thibeau had to
>borrow the Lutcher ferry to carry dem jumpin twits you call
>Lords-a-Leaping across the bayou. As soon as dey gots here dey
>wanted a tea break with crumpets. I doan know what dat means but I says,
>*Well La Di Da. You get Chicory coffee or nuttin. * Mon Dieu,
>Emile. What I'm gonna feed all dese bozos? Dey too snooty for fried
>nutria, and de cows done eat my turnip greens.
>
>Day 10: Dear Boudreaux, You got to be outs you mind! If de mailman
>don't kill you, I will fo sure. Today he deliver 10 half nikid
>floozies from Bourbon Street. Dey said dey be *Ladies Dancin* but
>dey doan act like ladies in front of dose Limey twits. Dey almos left
>after one of dem got bit by a water moccasin over by da out-house.
>I had to butcher 2 cows to feed toute le monde an had to get toilet paper.
>The Sears catalog wasn't good enuf fer dose hoity toity Lords' royal
>behin.
>
>Day 11: Dear Boudreaux, where y'at? Cheerio an pip pip. Your 11
>pipers piping arrives today from the House of Blues, second lining
>as dey got off de boat. We fixed snuffed goose and beef jambalaya,
>finished da whiskey and we having a fais-do-do. Da new mailman he
>drink a bottle of Jack Daniel an he having a good time yeah dancing
>with de floozies. Thibeau he jump off de Sunshine Bridge yesterday,
>screaming your name. If you get a mysterious, ticking package
>in de mail, doan open it.
>
>Day 12: Dear Boudreaux, I sorry to tell ya but I not your true love
>anymore, no. After da fais-do-do, I spent de night with Jacque, de
>head piper. We decide to open a restaurant and gentleman's club on
>de bayou. The floozies, pardon me, Ladies dancing can make $20 for a
>table dance, and de Lords can be waiters an valet park de boats.
>Since de maids doan have no more cows ta milk, I trained dem ta set my
>crab traps, watch my trotlines, an run my shrimping business. We will
>probably gross a million clams nex year.
>
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