Boudreaux is driving down Interstate 10 in Houston, Texas, when all of a sudden a Texan driving one of those big King Ranch Edition Ford F-250 duel-axle pickup trucks cuts him off and forces Boudreaux to the shoulder. The Texan immediately pulls off the freeway and backs up close to Boudreaux’s Country Cadillac (his pickemup truck). Boudreaux jumps out and runs up to the Texan’s truck screaming and cussing, angry as a hornet.
The Texan rolls down his window while calmly looking at Boudreaux kicking, screaming and yelling. When Boudreaux finally took a breath the Texan calmly gets out of his truck and stands about 8 inches away from Boudreaux. While Boudreaux was only 5 ft 6 inches and weighed just 130 pounds soaking wet, the Texan was 6 ft. 5 inches, solid muscle and built like Adonis.
Boudreaux looked up at the intimidating figure and realized he’d just cussed out the wrong hombre. The Texan looked down at Boudreaux, quietly staring intently into Boudreaux’s eyes for a solid minute. Boudreaux began to sweat and trimble. The Texan broke his stare, turns away and slowly reaches into a giant metal tool box that was permanently fixed behind the truck’s cab. He pulls out a large tire iron, bends over and draws a circle in the dirt just off the concrete shoulder of the freeway. He instructs Boudreaux to stand in the circle and DON’T get out, or else he was going to whip his rinny tin tin.
Well, the big Texan walks over to Boudreaux’s pickemup truck and bashes in his tail lights with the tire iron. He looks back at Boudreaux and finds Boudreaux laughing his tail off. Getting angrier by the minute, the Texan proceeds to bash in Boudreaux’s rear windshield. He looks over at Boudreaux and sees him lying on the ground, centered over the circle and laughing like he was at a Kevin Hart concert. Now this really ratcheted the Texas anger level up several notches. He was one upset cowboy. He walked back to the front of Boudreaux’s truck, mad as a wet him, and proceeds to bash in Boudreaux’s front windshield, headlights, and side mirrors.
He starts walking back to Boudreaux’s truck and sees Boudreaux slapping both of his knees in joy, laughing like a mad Hyena. Boudreaux had dirt all over him from rolling and laughing so hard. Not understanding why, the Texan says to Boudreaux , “Man, I bash in your taillights and you laugh; I bash in your rear window and you laugh; I bash in your windshield, mirrors and headlights, and you can barely breathe because you’re laughing so hard. Did you escape from an insane asylum or something? What in the hell is wrong with you man?”
Finally catching his breath, Boudreaux says, “You dumb Texans think you’re so much better than us Cajuns. Always running us down, treating us like we’re idiots. Well guess what Mr. Smarty Pants? While you so busy vandalizing my truck I got out that circle three times!!!”