Ma Friend Placide Boudreaux done got older and his childen dun put him in
the old folks' home near Breaux Bridge, where he dun
met a lovely lady dat were from Texas.

Now Boudreaux being a fine Catholic man, he didn't want to do
nutin dat were aganst his religion, no. So he dun propose a
marriage.

Now both Boudreaux and Mabel wuz well into their 80s.

Mable went and tole 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,
to say the least, not worth a plug nickel, she should insist
on a Pre-Nuptial Agreement.

Mabel was sitting on the porch swing with Boudreaux and
she told him she would marry him providing he would sign
a pre-nuptial 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-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 jewelry.

He said: Dat's fine wit me. I'll keep my stuffed deer
head.

She said: And I want to have sex 6 times a week.

He said: Dat's fine wit me. Put me down for Fridays.