Thibodeaux was in his house one day and hears a knock at his door. He opens it to find a campaign worker soliciting votes for Pierre Boudreaux who was running for office in the parish.
Thibodeaux says "I ain't never gonna vote for Pierre Boudreaux evah in my life." The campaign worker asks why.
"Well, lemme tell ya a little story," Thibodeaux says. "About 10 years ago my cow, Bessie, gots the constipation real bad. I called the vet and he said he had some medicine that he could give her to fix it. Now he could either come out and give it to her for fitty dolla, or he could sell me the meds for twenny and I give it to ol' Bessie myself. I figure I can give the cow medicine, so I go into town and buy the medicine and save me a bit of money. It turns out that I have to put the medicine in her butt, and when I get home I start looking around for something I could use to do that, and I find my grandpappy's old army bugle. I stick that bugle in ol' Bessie, and it spooks her and she takes off down the road towards the bayou making all kinda crazy noise."
The campaign worker asks Thibodeaux "How does this involve Pierre Boudreaux?"
Thibodeaux continues, "Pierre Boudreaux was working as the bridge keeper at the drawbridge back then, and just as Bessie comes running down the road, he hits the button and the draw bridge goes up. Bessie runs up the bridge and falls into the bayou and drowns."
"I can understand how that must have upset you sir, but Pierre Boudreaux hasn't worked the bridge in over 25 years. Isn't that a long time to hold a grudge?"
"I ain't holdin no grudge...Pierre Boudreaux bought me a new cow. But I ain't votin for no son of a ***** who is too dumb to know the difference between a boat horn and a cow with a bugle in its ass."