Old Cajun > > > > An old Cajun was celebrating 92 years on this Earth. > > > > He spoke to his toes. > > > > "Hello, der toes!" he said, "How y'all are, toes? You know, you 92 today?" > > > > "Oh, de times we've had! Remember when we walk along de bayou wit all dem > > pretty female womens every Sunday afternoon? Them times we > deaux-si-deauxed > > on de dance floor wit dem same womens? Oh yeah, ahh-heeee! Happy birthday, > > toes!" > > > > "Hello, knees," he continued. > > > > "How y'all are, knees? You know you 92 today? Oh, de times we had, huh! > > Remember when we march in de crawfish parade? Oh boy, de hurdles we jumped > > together, me and you. Happy birthday, knees!" > > > > Then, he looked down at his crotch. "Hello der Pierre! You little booger > > you!! If you were alive today, you'd be 92!"