#cajun boy

[wwemcumuscleslover]

Here's the cheapest way to get a wedding ceremony.

Been luck to have a friend who quit wedding almost in the highlights

Rogue and Gambit gets married in the ceremony which was Kitty Pride and Peter Rasputin wedding...

Kitty give up and the French boy enjoy the opportunity to tie knot with his favorite southern bell

[talesfrommedinastation]

THIS IS NOT MY NEIGHBOR REDNECK DOUG

A few folks have DM'd me with this Instagram, thinking this guy is my neighbor and they finally found us.

WRONG.

It ain't him! The man in that video doesn't look like Santa Claus and that's not his accent.

Tis funny, though.

Doug's energy is a little more up this speed:

showtyme furniture store! (youtube.com)

Dear God this video is so AGGRESSIVELY Louisiana, it makes me wanna chug Sazeracs while listening to zydeco music in a smelly park and lose 4 kilos in water weight because I can't stop sweating.

For my Doug fans who haven't asked but want to see more of this trashy shit: @amalthiaph @yeehawgeek @thecoffeelorian @cdblake1565 @sued134

[daily-deliciousness]

Crispy shrimp po'boy with old bay sauce

[1nt3rnalpu7ref4ct10n]

s4e8

[mcqraw]

[the-devils-diaryy]

Just now learning that the phrase “t-boy” means “trans boy.” Where I come from we speak Cajun French and “T-“ is a prefix used for nicknames. It’s short for “petit.” Lots of guys around here call themselves “T-(name).” It’s the equivalent of “junior.” “T-boy” means “little boy.” There’s literally businesses in this area that use “T-Boy” in their names (e.g. T-Boy’s Boudin, T-Boy’s Lounge, T-Boy’s Flea Market). When I was dating I would frequently refer to a specific type of local guy as “t-boys.”

The more you know I guess!

[moonshynecybin]

fave dish + pls contribute to the imperial system discourse + tell us abt your dogs!

1. my favorite food is raw oysters ‼️‼️ nothin on em just GOOP. my dad is from southern louisiana and i was raised on seafood and cajun food despite living in the mountains so i’ll also lob some gumbo in there… i make it every year on xmas eve and i love it….

2. i think people get too weird about this i’m being honest. i think it’s good as an american to have at least a LOOSE appreciation and understanding of both and metric is already used in the USA and globally for scientific stuff so really what it is is about. communicating an idea. as long as your audience understands what information you���re trying to convey, i don’t care HOW it’s conveyed ya feel. it’s just a cultural difference in methods of communication! and that’s okay ! that being said sometimes y’all will drop celsius temps on me and i will have to google it

2. charlie is MINE and he is a RESCUE and he is a spoiled little boy prince who has never learned manners in his life. we are working on this. he’s chronically getting into trouble because he’ll do things like see a copperhead and go AH! a FRIEND ! and get his ass bitten. so he has a lil scar on his face. lexie (we call her leisl a LOT) is the family dog and she has the kind of sadness you only see in stained glass windows. she also loves to murder groundhogs it’s awful. velcro dog to the max LOVES to people please acts like she’s been SHOT if we are on the other side of any door. love them. both are insane and active and my darling beasts who scream at me 24 hours a day

[aheathen-conceivably]

Now that I have seen this it cannot be unseen. So alas, I must share this cursed and beautiful knowledge with you all as well.

[dykeofthedamned]

there’s a fic that uses creole and Cajun interchangeably and I’m going to fucking kill everyone and then myself

[cajuncardtricks]

the mun's apologies if we are slow getting this blog off the ground. i wanna make sure i do ma boi justice so if i take a while to reply , i promise it's because i'm doing VERY IMPORTANT ACCENT RESEARCH. his accent his very important to me so i wanna make sure i do it justice.

[talesfrommedinastation]

Redneck Doug on ALL the other Clones in Star Wars!

As promised, for reaching a new number of followers, here's Doug's list when I asked him to name off all the clones in 'The Clone Wars' and 'The Bad Batch'!

Some are obviously repeats of other posts, and some are brand spanking new.

I'm using my autoethnography skills to their fullest extent, here, people.

This is LONG but hey! 7 seasons of The Clone Wars and 3 seasons of The Bad Batch means animated Star Wars in the Days of our Lives of animation.

If I'm missing someone, let me know! I'll reach out to Doug!

Enjoy, everyone!

CW: Redneck Doug just rambles needlessly about people.

And Clermont Lounge is one of the scariest and yet, most fun places in the ATL and I could 100% see one of the 501st working there.

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Bly: That’s a boy, his name’s Miguel. Got his friends, they drink Pabst, shoot the empty cans behind the garage when they done, and hit on every woman that walks by. But Miguel’s got his eyes on Babe-the-Blue-Jedi and steals flowers from people’s yard and gives them to her. Babe-the-Blue-Jedi knows the man’s not that bright but his heart’s in the right place and that’s all that matters, right? 

Rex: That's Rex. He's a king. Respect him. 

Cody: That’s Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend, he’s sad all the time. We know why. (Confirmed that Doug is a Codywan shipper and I don’t know what to do about that)

Howzer: That’s my niece’s boyfriend, Jorge. We all love Jorge, nice guy, owns an auto repair shop and always remembers plates and napkins for the cookouts after church.

Gregor: Jorge’s cousin, Manny. Met him once at Christmas in Miami, nice guy, only drinks brown liquor and insists everyone arm wrestle him. But he’s got a good job as a PE teacher, we respect education, come on now. 

Hardcase: Wiggles. He laughs at everything and never wears a helmet both on his big head and his lil head and that explains everything about the man.

Kix: Nurse Mark. He's tired and sick of your shit, sick of the creeps trying to get the Fentanyl, that's a crime now, ain't it.

Echo: "Eh, Toaster Strudel. Homeboy looks like his daddy had an affair with a convection oven on shore leave and forgot to pay child support."

Mayday: Aw, I liked this guy so much! That’s Sassy Park Ranger, he’s the type that gives you your camping permits, warns you about the bears, and then is all disappointed when you don’t properly stow your food and the bears destroy the campsite. I need to go back to Little River Canyon, that place was pretty. 

Scorch: The Son of Robocop. His daddy told him to get off his lazy Robo-son ass and go get a job, so he works for the Empire now, because no one can get a job in Detroit. That’s why he’s a bad person. (Because he works for the Empire? “No, because he’s a Lions fan and that ain’t a good look for anyone.”)  

Fives: Alex-from-Manitoba. He reminds me so much of this awesome guy I knew, Alex, was from Winnipeg, we worked in oil together. Smart, knew his shit, loved guns and getting his hair did. No one listens to him, management hates him, and he gets fired. Man I was so pissed off when that happened with that damn alien that ran the ocean on the mall! He deserved better, damn it!

(Fives or Alex-from-Manitoba?

“BOTH!!!”)

99: 99!  

(You actually remember his name?  

“Hell yeah! He’s one of the most important characters! Why would I not?” 

::cue me, quietly staring at all the weird-ass names over texts and saying NOTHING in response::) 

Wolffe: Bernando. I dunno, man, he got that Bernardo energy. I’ve met three and they all looked like they wanna run off into the woods and come out when they got a deer they need to process and take a shower and find a lady before running back into the woods. Also Bernardo never has a girlfriend that lasts more than 6 months with him. Don’t know why. Just trust me. 

Gree: Carnie Joe. Man, he looks like the type of guy who drives an ice cream truck but there ain’t no Bomb Pops inside if you know what I mean. 

Cut Lawquane: Not-Wolverine. He ran away from the Empire, grew out his muttonchops, wanted to join the X-Men, Charles Xavier said ‘Nah son you need super powers for that’, and then Not-Wolverine stomped off into Tremors-land and started a pot-and-chicken farm like every other hillbilly in Kentucky. But he got a hot wife out of the deal and some nice kids and lots of guns, and ya know, that ain’t a bad ending for the man. 

Commander Fox: Red-Chief-of-Police. He’s absolutely on them Ticky-Tack videos my nieces and nephews watch where the cops are doing bad things but they ain’t gonna get fired over it. Man. It ain’t right. 

Tup: Alex’s-Friend-Matt. Aw, Matt, good guy, but too much brain damage after that time he fell off the roof while laying down tar. He grew out his ponytail to hide the dent in his head and talked funny afterwards, but he real good at roughneck work and I can’t fault the man, nope. 

Hevy: That’s Ross. He’s always mad because he’s insecure. He’s got a lot of Nerf guns and only eats stuff you can find at 7-11. 

Jesse: That’s Jesse, he’s a trucker, was a bouncer at Clermont Lounge in Atlanta, and has three ex-wives who all hate him. He shaves his head because his hair hates him too. 

Crosshair: So that there's Daddy Warcrimes. All you need to know is he lives on beer and Slim Jims, has more guns then Jesus got faith, and that he does your mom on the weekends, and then you thank him for his service.

Hunter: Aw man, we got Rambo up in this place. Daddy Rambo. He looks like he's got some hot wife with a huge butt who makes amazing biscuits, but he only showers on the weekends for reasons he won't tell you.

Wrecker: I know, I KNOW, he's got some cool Star Wars name, but in my head, he's Julio. He looks like a Julio, ya know? Every Julio's been the nicest guy with a truck and a million friends. I swear. I bet he's a contractor and lays pipe like you wouldn't believe. ::winks::

Tech: Hm, yeah, I know him. That's Ryan-from-Accounting, somebody's hipster dad. You know, everyone knows a Ryan who works in accounting, he's quiet, only drinks IPAs, and has a bitch wife named Laura who drives a Kia and is always yelling at him. Poor man. I hope Julio saves him from his bitch wife Laura.*

Omega: Little Orphan Blondie. I hope she gets real parents or something besides those freaky alien things running the mall on the ocean.

Emerie Karr: Stepsister-Beth. She’s got a stick up her rear, was in a sorority known for bitchy Daddy’s Girls who wouldn’t touch below the belt but are all about using other places for their date’s hoses to put out the fire, and only drinks almond milk lattes. She’s a bitch to waiters and drives a Prius. 

(“Doug I drive a Prius.”

“Yeah, but you ain’t a southern sorority girl so y’all forgiven.”)

Nemec and Fireball: Trigger and Nutsy. They’ve been in a survival militia in the Florida Everglades and that’s all you need to know. 

CX-2: The Guy from Tron. He’s a guy, and he was in the movie Tron. That’s it. 

[daily-deliciousness]

Cajun roast beef po boy

[verifiablebot]

in louisiana 't-' is a very common prefix for nicknames (and EVERYONE has a nickname). it,s usually tacked before their name like t-john or t-phil but sometimes it's just. t-boy.

it amuses me to no end when the yankees find it cos it's like on one hand here is a potentially untapped market to find t-boy merch but also i never thought about it before recently because it was just So normal to me gdkfjfkjdjk

[hydrias]

now that i've managed to secure an interview for a position at a whale watch company i should proooobably post some whale watch stuff that i forgot to upload before

[morethansalad]

Vegan Po Boy with Cajun Avocado Remoulade Sauce

[simulation-machine]

Ugh, so the dinner theater thing we went to was like 5 hours long, which we did not know about. So there might not be any Orson posts until tomorrow evening or Sunday morning. Not sure if I have it in me to game after this evening’s events. Which you can read about below the cut if you want.

My partner’s mom somehow ordered seats at the table the absolute closest to the stage possible.

Picture courtesy my sister-in-law, Swaha.

Anyways it was fine, I really liked my food. But I’m pretty sure the average age was like 52 and everyone but like four people were white af. It was the musical Jersey Boys which had me like

This took so long. We left our house at 4:30 PM and came back home a little after 11 PM. Our dogs probably thought we died and were trying to rock-paper-scissors who was going to get eaten first. I pretty much haven’t left the couch since I changed into PJs.

Tbh I wanna go to bed early anyways. I will fall asleep so fast.