I admit to being late to the party, so forgive me if you've heard this before.
Lil' Boudreaux and Lil' Thibideaux were out fishin' in the woods out by Bayou Teche one lazy summer day. All of a sudden, the calm is shattered by a Game Warden jumping in front of the boys and shouting "LEMME SEE YO' FISHIN' LICENSE!"
Well, cher, Lil' Boo knew just what to do. He t'roo down his cane rod an' took off thru the Bayou wit' the Game Warden in hot pursuit. They zigged and zagged thru the Bayou, duckin' vines and dodgin' branches till, about a half-mile away, Lil' Boo ducked behind a cypress tree, grabbed his knees, and gasped for breat'. The Game Warden tackled Lil' Boo, straddled him, pinned down his shoulders and shouted again "BOY, I SAID LEMME SEE YO' FISHIN' LICENSE!" Wit' dat, Lil' Boo reached into his back pocket and pulled out a valid fishing license.
The Game Warden can't believe what's just happened. "Boy, you must be some prize idiot," he says to Lil' Boo. "Whatchoo doin' runnin' from me when you got a valid fishin' license?"
At that, Lil' Boo stops panting, smiles mischievously at the Game Warden and answers calmly "My fren' back there--he ain't got one."