It's a cold day during duck hunting season and Boudreaux and Thibodeaux are sitting in their flatboat with the trusted dog, Boudin, awaiting the arrival of ducks. Thibodaux turns around and notices Boudreaux reaching out his hand, sticking his index finger into Boudin's ass, pulling it out, and then calmly rubbing the finger across his lips. Surprised and shocked, Thibodaux turned around, couldn't speak, and only could think to himself, "What is he doin'?" An hour went by and again Thibodaux notices Boudreaux reaching his index finger into Boudin's ass, pulling it out and rubbing it across his lips. This time Thibodaux could not contain himself. "Boudreaux," he says, "how come you done stick your finger in dat dog's ass, pull it out and rub it across your lips like dat?" "Well", Boudreaux responds, "you know I done got me these really bad chapped lips, and dat's the only thing that helps." "It helps, you mean it makes them better," asks Thibodeaux? "Well no," answered Boudreaux, "but it keeps me from licking 'em."
