So, I got dis cousin, Thibodeaux, down in Loo-siana. Dey rich, dey got a double-wide trailer an' ev'ryt'ing.

But mah frien', let me tell you, Thibodeaux' daughter? She UUGGGGG-LEEEEE. Got a face like she tried t' answer de waffle iron when de phone was ringin'. An' one day, Thibodeaux go into her room, an' - she usin' one of dem personal vibratin' massagers? You know, de kin' dat you s'pose to use on your face but nobody do? Well, //she// ain' usin' it on her face at leas'.

Thibodeaux, he go, **Girl, what you //doin'//?**

Thibodeaux' daughter, she say, **Oh, daddy, I sorry, but I so ugly, I ain' nevah gon' have a husband or a boy-frien, and I got to do //somet'in'// -**

Thibodeaux, he say, **Well, dat dam' sad.** An' he leave her 'lone.

De nex' day, Thibodeaux' daughter, she go in de' livin' room, and dere her daddy, watchin' de Sain's game wit' a beer in one han' an' dat vibrator in de ot'er han'. An' she look horr'fied, and go **Daddy, what you //doin'//?**

An' Thibodeaux, he say, **Girl, you leave me 'lone. I'm havin' a drink wit' my son-in-law.** ((Originally from Pinkard and Bowden's //Live In Front Of A Bunch Of D***heads//, one of the finest redneck comedy albums ever.))