Boudreaux went one morning to the hospital to have some tests run, which left his insides in a sorry state. After three or four false alarms to the restroom, he decided to call the next one’s bluff… but to his disappointment he filled his gown and bedsheets with a terrible mess.

In a complete loss of composure he took everything off the bed, rolled the embarrassment into a ball, and threw it out his third floor room window.

Just then, Thibodeaux was walking along the street, still drunk from an all-night revel, when the sheets from above came down on him, covered him and knocked him over.

He came up swinging, arms flailing, cursing and shouting, and looked around bewildered, right into the eyes of an observing security guard, who asked, ‘What’s going on here?’ and barely containing his laughter.

Thibodeaux answered, ‘Mais! I tink I just beat the crap out of a ghost!’

Submitted by Effron Savoy