Boudreaux and Michelle Devereaux went to the same Parish Church. Michelle, she go every Sunday and teach de Sunday School. Boudreaux went on Christmas and Easter and once in a while, he went on one of the other Sundays. On one of those Sundays, Boudreaux was in the pew right behind Michelle and he notice what a fine looking woman she is. While dey were taking up the collection, Boudreaux lean forward an' say, "Hey, Michelle, how about you and me go out to supper next Friday?" "Mais oui, Boudreaux, dat would be nice," say Michelle.
Well, Boudreaux couldn't believe his luck. All week long he polish up his old Ford, and on Friday he picked Michelle up and take her to the finest restaurant in the Parish. She de most beautifulest woman dere, an' Boudreaux's chest feel all swoll up wid havin' her walk in holding his arm. When they sit down, Boudreaux look over at Michelle and said, "Hey, Michelle, would you like a cocktail before dinner?"
"Oh, no, Boudreaux," say Michelle. "What would I tell my Sunday School class?" Well, Boudreaux was set back a bit, so he don't say much until after dinner. Then he reach in his pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes. "Hey, Michelle," say Boudreaux, "Would you like a smoke?"
"Oh, no, Boudreaux," said Michelle. "What would I tell my Sunday School class?"
Well, Boudreaux was feeling pretty low after dat, so he just got in his Ford and was driving Michelle home when dey pass the Motel. He'd struck out twice already, so he figure he had nothing to lose. "Hey, Michelle," say Boudreaux, "how would you like to stop at dat dere motel with me?"
"Oui, Boudreaux, dat would be nice," say Michelle. Well, Boudreaux couldn't believe his luck. He did a U-turn right then and there across the median and everyting, and drove back to the motel and check in wit Michelle.
The next morning Boudreaux, he get up first. He look at Michelle lying dere in de bed, her hair all spread out on her pillow. She look all innocent an' young.
"What have I done? What have I done?" thought Boudreaux. He shake Michelle and she wake up. "Michelle, ma cher. I got to ask you one thing," say Boudreaux. "What are you going to tell your Sunday School class?"
Michelle say, "The same thing I always tell dem. You don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time!"