Fox Trot (Chapter4, Act1, Book3)
His cajun accent was gritty but smooth all the same. "i'm not _always _classy. sometimes, i want to be talked to like life isn't so damned serious all the time."
Return to Vassalized Earth: To the East
“cajun country, yeah,” leon sighed. “was on a trip with the family when the end of the world came. quite the birthday.” “joel’s motel.” “ah!” leon exclaimed, looking up at brolath with a confused look.
4 - Parade Day
She stepped toward him menacingly, “trying to seduce her with your cajun/cuban whatever?” diane pushed herself between them and held her sister back, “no, jane, i-i kissed him.”
One door closes...
Since when was there a cajun grocer down here she thought. following him in, the cashier barely looked up, nodding his head towards the door in the middle of the back wall, one of the three with cheap 'employees only' signs taped to them.
Talking It Out - Chapter 2: Chris Delameter
“cajun mac and cheese." “north shore burger. grilled chicken." “taproom burger. no cheddar and a side salad." once the bartender took down their orders, the group resumed talking among themselves. “so, matt," earl said.
Tales from Adipose City: The Bird Is The Word
So here he was in a burger world franchise in new orleans, taking a break from the local cajun cuisine with a classic burger world combo meal.
Presents
The bikers provided the venue and no fewer than six cajun-style deep-fried turkeys. lyal performed magic in the kitchen with sweet potatoes - something barton had never really cared for until he sampled these.
Reminiscing on the Swamp
Sorry, real cajuns. "excuse me, is this where the swamp tour is?" layla's voice was meek. the elderly alligator sitting in front of the small shack by the dock was massive, so much that even from his chair he was looking down at her.
Mr. Green and the Gators
To my right is rico, the world's whitest, shortest, and least tolerable cuban and to my left is jean, a man who looks between 15 and 65 from god knows where louisiana who speaks fluent french, cajun, and when drunk, supposedly english.
5
. \*\*\* "daddy was a cajun, raised on southern land. and so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin man. well, they rushed him down to see the doctor. hey doctor, won't you check his head? the only thing that was wrong with him.
Imprefect thoughts and in imerfect mind
My old man's ideal friday apparently consisting of such activities as drinking a 3lbs back of m&m's eating cajun turkey jerky then constructing and discharging pyrotechnics without a permit. one friday my dad shows up late to meet me at grandma's place.
52 Pickup: Prologue
#1 of 52 pickup _a gift with the cards, come unto thee and into the cards, your spirit be free'd for by these cards alone you live come to learn yourself to give_ the young cajun hare sprang awake with a start, the honeyed fur of his muzzle matted