DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME WICKED ELLIE(WHO, IN TURN, IS SAYING A PRIEST’S WIFE SENT HER THE JOKE – YEAH, LIKE I BELIEVE THAT)

WARNING: This joke contains a reference to something English people don't talk about and is, therefore, suitable for Americans and Australians only.

A Cajun guy moves to Florida and goes to a big everything-under-one-roof department store looking for a job.

The manager says, 'Do you have any sales experience?'

The guy says 'Mais oui. I was a salesman back in Louisiana ...'

Well, the boss liked the Cajun guy and gave him the job. 'You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and see how you did..'

His first day on the job was rough, but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down. 'How many customers bought something from you today?'

The Cajun guy says, 'One.'

The boss says, 'Just one? Our sales people average 20 to 30 customers a day. How much was the sale for?'

The Cajun guy says, '$101,237.65.'

The boss says, '$101,237.65? What the heck did you sell?'

The Cajun guy says, 'First, I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fishhook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod. Then I asked him where he was going fishing, and he said down the coast, so I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat department, and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4x4 Expedition..'

The boss said 'A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?'

The Cajun guy from Louisiana said 'Mais non! The guy came in here to buy tampons for his wife, and I said, 'Bro, your weekend's shot, you should go fishing.'

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DON’T BLAME MADPRIEST, BLAME WICKED ELLIE(WHO, IN TURN, IS SAYING A PRIEST’S WIFE SENT HER THE JOKE – YEAH, LIKE I BELIEVE THAT) — 9 Comments

  1. That’s funny…. so’s this….

    Like you say, the Cajun guy used to work at a store in Louisiana, and he was a very faithful man who always took an opportunity to quote scripture when ringing up his customers. For example, if a child bought a stick of candy, he would say “Let the little ones come unto me.” If a elderly couple came in for Geritol, he would say “Honor thy mother and thy father.”

    The owner of the store was always amazed that the Cajun salesman can think of an appropriate scripture in every single situaltion, and watches him closely to see if he ever fails.

    One day, a rich Texas race horse owner pulls up in a stretch Cadillac towing a trailer with a thoroughbred on board. He comes in and says, “You folks here got a horse blanket?”

    The Cajun man says. “Sure enough, we got’em, das for sure. Dey in de supply room, I’ll go get you one”

    Now, this store is only a little general store, and while they have horse blankets, they are all the same, just different colors. The Cajun man goes to the supply room, gets a blue blanket, and comes back.

    “Dis here horse blanket will be 15 dollars, suh” Cajun man says.

    The Texan says, “Son, that’s not good enough, that there horse in that there trailer is Lightning Bolt, and he’s gonna win the Loosiana Derby, and this here blanket ain’t good enough for him. Go get a better blanket.”

    Cajun man thinks real hard, goes back to the supply room, and gets a green blanket, same kind, just a different color.

    “Dis here a better blanket, gonna cost you 45 dollars” says Cajun man.

    “That’s still not good enough…what’s your best blanket you got back there?” asks the Texan.

    “Yessuh, I be right back, I garontee.”

    Cajun man comes back fronm the supply room with another 15 dollar blanket, this time a gold one.

    “Dis here the best in the house, nothin’n but the finest for you and ol’ Lihgtning Bolt. But, suh, I gotta tell you, it’s gonna cost you 155 dollars, and dat don’t include the tax, but it’s the best in the house, dat’s for sure…”

    The Texan responds, “That’s what I’m lookin’ for, glad you found that for me, Lightning Bolt gonna look good with this here blanket, I’ll take it!”

    Cajun man goes over to the register… he pauses to think of a scripture verse appropriate for this scam… and his boss looks on as well… what will he say?

    Cajun man looks up to the heavens, punches in the total with tax of 167 dollars, and as he rings up the sale, he speaks…

    “He was a stranger, and I took him in!”

    Cha-Ching!

    Hooper