Boudreaux done got old and his childen dun put him in the old folks home near Breaux Bridge, Louisiana where he dun met a lovely lady dat were from Waco, Texas. Now Boudreaux being a fine upstanding Catholic, he didn't want to do nutin dat were aganst his religion, no. So he dun propose marriage. Now both Boudreaux and Mable were in their 80s.
Mable went and told everyone at the Senior Citizens home the good news. Irene, Mable's best friend, told her that since she was very wealthy and the person she was about to wed was, well to say the least, not worth much, she should insist on a Prenuptial Agreement.
Mable was sitting on the porch swing with Boudreaux and she told him she would marry him providing he would sign a prenuptial agreement.
Boudreaux dun told Mable a'll sign agreement, you bet, cause I luv you so much.
Mable 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: That's fine with me. I'll keep my shak on the bayou.
She said: I want to keep my Cadillac, BMW and Lexus.
He said: That's fine with me. I'll keep my pick em up truck.
She said: I want to keep my yacht that that is moored near my summer home
in Padre Island.
He said: That's fine with me. I'll keep my pirogue.
She said: I want to keep all my jewelry.
He said: That's fine with me too.
She said: I want to have sex 6 times a week.
He said: That's fine with me. Put me down for Fridays.