Boudreaux done got old and his children dun put him in the old folks’ home near Breaux Bridge, where he dun met a lovely lady dat was from Texas.
Now Boudreaux, being a fine upstanding Catholic, he didn’t want to do nutin dat were against his religion, no.
So he dun propose marriage.
Now both Boudreaux and Mabel were in their 80s.
Mable went and told everyone at the Senior Citizens home the good news.
Irene, Mabel’s best friend, told her that since she was very wealthy and the person she was about to wed was, well to say the least, not worth a plug nickel, she should insist on a Prenuptial Agreement.
Mabel was sitting on the porch swing with Boudreaux and she told him she would marry him providing he would sign a prenuptial agreement.
Boudreaux dun told Mabel I don’ know what dat is but I’ll sign anything you want, cause I luv you so much.
Mabel got out her pen and paper and started:
She said: I want to keep my house down in Texas with all the oil wells.
He said: Dat’s fine wit me..
I’ll keep my shack on da bayou.
She said: I want to keep my Cadillac, BMW, and Lexus.
He said: Dat’s fine wit me. I’ll keep my pick-me-up truck.
She said: I want to keep my yacht that is moored near my summer home in Padre Island.
He said: Dat’s fine wit me. I’ll keep my pirogue.
She said: I want to keep all my jewellery.
He said: Dat’s fine wit me. I’ll keep my stuffed deer head.
She said: And I want to have s*x 6 times a week.
He said: Dat’s fine wit me . . . put me down for Fridays.