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Originally Posted by El Gato Pollo Loco!!!
Two men walk into a bar...the third one ducks...
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Ok, ok...if you are going to tell a joke, you gotta tell the whole thing....or did you forget the punch line?
Ok, let me try this one...
And we thought Alabama stories were something!!!!
This happened about a month ago just outside of Cocodrie, a little
town in the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an
Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.
This out of state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking
on a real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed
slowly and no cars went by.
It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his
face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing
ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and
stopped.
Wanting a ride real bad the guy jumped into the car and closed the
door; only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the
wheel, and no sound of an engine to be heard over the rain.
Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too
scared to think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car
was approaching a sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he
started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car
would go off the road and in the bayou and he would surely drown!
But just before the curve a shadowy figure appeared at the driver's
window and a hand reached in and turned the steering wheel, guiding
the car safely around the bend.
Then, just as silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker
was alone again!
Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time
they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all
he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.
Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered
two shots of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural
experience.
A silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized
the guy was telling the truth (and not just some drunk).
About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says
to the other, "Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot that rode in our car
when we wuz pushin' it in the rain."