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Here's to one of the few people in this world who hold true to their word...MR GREG GUIRARD, Thanks for letting me work for you and showing me what's left of the Atchafalaya Basin. Anybody can give you their version of how our culture & things they know about should be, but few people allow you to learn about it for yourself.

you all know my mom is the coolest.

123...JYD!! -RICK FLAIR~ HE BETTER ORGANIZE A POSSIE!

The other day I was tellin Billy Joe Shaver about my first gig. My buddy Scott Biram had to miss an opening gig for Hank III & I was his Roadie. Anyway, Shelton Williams asked me if I'd open & though I wasn't ready I played as good as I could at the time. Turned out to be some kinda stepping stone or whatever. The old man says," That took balls". I countered with "Not half as much as tellin Waylon you were gonna kick his ass." Billy Joe looked me in the eye & told me, "Yea, but I had to do that".

After a visit to the Jimmie Rogers Museum in Meridian Mississippi(one of the hardest buildings on earth to find) I was invited to play for Jimmie Rogers week at one of the local hotels. The show was just fine. I even got to hold ol' Jimmie's .38 he'd take down to mexico, sit on his couch,& play his sister in law's guitar. I thought I had met the biggest JR fans EVER, but when I got home I heard the story of an African tribe who got their hands on one of his records & decided his voice was too good to be human. They decided he was a half man, half antelope God "CHeMIROCHA" & wrote a song in his honor "(Kipsigis) "CHEMIROCHA" - Humorous song with "Chepkong" 6-stringed wishbone lyre (pentatonic) played by Chemutoi Ketienya and Kipsigis girls at Kapkatet, Kenya, 1950. TR-164 (B7). The mysterious singer and dancer, Chemirocha (Jimmy Rogers), has been turned into a local god, Pan, with the feet of an antelope, half beast, half man and he is urged by the girls to come and do the leaping dance with them and to do it so energetically that he wll jump clear out of his clothes" -

My Grandpaw F.V. "WHISTLIN' PAPPY" LANDRY

WORLD FAMOUS GHETTO HONKY-TONK

GUITAR LEGENDS AGREE IT WAS THE BEST!

Here is a positive quote for your site: "Drew Landry has a very nasty and outdated beard. Sometimes he eats ribs and the sauce gets all in it, and he doesn't wash it off. He also eats boiled crawfish sometimes and the juice and fat get in his beard and on his hands,and he wipes his hands on his jeans, but leaves the beard. --mike dean

Today I pondered over what the problem was with UL's Sports programs. It ain't a lack of talent, I don't guess it's coaching, and nevermind the lack of funds. There's only one reason we keep losing. It's that stupid frickin' pepper mascot. Bring back the Cajun Chicken!!!

WHO DAT?

FIRST CLASS COONASS!!! Let met told you something, Bo. Mr. Ray Vedrine here is the first officialy registerd Coonass. So pay homage to this forefather of yours. You might say Abraham Lincoln of Coonasses. Coming soon to my site will be the first international official coonass registery. Uniting Cajun people across the Globe like Crawfish Man!!!!

ONCE in the world of superheroes, there came from the land called "Sportsman's Paradise" a creature that was neither man nor beast. He had been unknown to the people of this land since his creation many years ago. But, to the animals of the swamp he has always been their hero. At last his story can be told, for out of the swamp he comes to show his powers to all that would see .... Behold! From the moss pile he is born with powerfull legs the let him leap over trees. An upper body of bullet-proof crawfish shell, and a cape of moss used to tangle enemies. Antenna-like feelers hear things ten miles away, which no other superhero can do. Crawfish tail propels him underwater, giant claws cut trees in two. Mr. Bonin, his secret identity, holds moss in his hands and says, "Spanish moss in my hand, Turn me into Crawfish-Man!" As soon as he speaks, the moss grows into a huge pile that covers him. Out of the pile of moss comes Crawfish-Man!

Don't believe in Crawfish Man? Ask T-Ron.

Using A variety of state birds, T-Ron Calls Crawfish Man from the Swamp via Brown Pelican. After a rival team kidnaps Guidry and hides him in the Statue of Liberty until he is rescued by Crawfish-Man just in time to pitch the final game of the World Series.

My photo from the end of my California tour at Sacremento City. Trains, the Pony Express, bank robbers, & strip malls. I've labored long and hard for bread -- For honor and for riches -- But on my corns too long you've tred, You fine-haired sons of bitches. --Black Bart, the Po8

Often imitated - but never duplicated -

SXSW 2005- After a few shows I met up with Cajun football legend Ross Brupbacher who hadn't been to Austin since Jacking up Long Horn QB Chris Simms. Anyhow, he convinced onlookers the man to his left was producer Rick Rubin. Turns out this this cat is really our Podnuh Marcus who hadn't been out of Lafayette in the last 12 years. Eitherway, he had a few people ask him for record deals & got some boobie from a young Northern Cali Girl...Rock On Brother Marquis!!