Thread: Ole Blue

A young cajun from Thibodeaux goes off to college at LSU. Half way through the semester, he has foolishly squandered all his money. He calls home.

“Dad,” he says, “You won’t believe what modern education is developing! They actually have a program here at LSU that will teach your dog, Ol’ Blue how to talk!”

“That’s amazing,” his Dad says. “How do I get Ol’ Blue in that program?”

“Just send him to Baton Rouge with $1,000” the young cajun says “I’ll get him in the course.”

So, his father sends the dog and $1,000 to Baton Rouge .

About two-thirds of the way through the semester, the money again runs out. The boy calls home.

“So how’s Ol’ Blue doing son?” his father asks.

“Awesome, Dad, he’s talking up a storm,” he says, “but you just won’t believe this - they’ve had such good results they have started to teach the animals how to read!”

“Read!?” says his father, “No kidding! How do we get Blue in that program?”

“Just send $2,500, I’ll get him in the class.”

The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a problem. At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog can neither talk, nor read. So at years end, on the way home, he stops the pickup truck, gets out and shoots Ol' Blue.

When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father is all excited. “Where’s Ol’ Blue? I just can’t wait to see him read something and talk!”

“Dad,” the boy says, “I have some grim news. Yesterday morning, just before we left to drive home, Ol’ Blue was in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading the Wall Street Journal, like he usually does.

Then he turned to me and asked, “ is your dad still messing around with that redhead who lives down the street?”

The father exclaimed, “I hope you shot that SOB before he talks to your Mother!”

The kid went on to law school, and now serves in Washington D.C. as a Congressman.