Together
"could yo..you \*sniffle\* make those cajun pork chops i like...p..please." tyrse turns his head away from the room over his shoulder he replies "sure babe....anything you want."
The Hardest Part: A Shanda the Panda fanfic by Loki_Darksong
Quinn chirped, switching to her native cajun language. though in the back of both their minds, they both found it funny that they were happy over the whole spanking deal.
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.
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
A Special Present for a Special Father
Sun places his order first "hello, could i get a cajun chicken sandwich with some jalapeﾃδｱo peppers and red chili sauce."
Duty Chapter 1: The Stranger
"hey reis," said the dog with what sounded like some kind of southern twang, perhaps cajun, as he stepped into the house without reservation. "my brother's harvest for this year just came in.
KC's Story-preview
Opening five gallon magnums of champaign with a damn sword on new years eve...bringing in that menace 'the deep fried cajun king', who damn near burned down _ **my** _ kitchen with his moonshine in the deep fryer stunt!....
Spring Fever Chapter 4: Hot Bretons (RAW)
He says, still like a rattling cajun washing machine. not a cajun, a buccaneer in your tongue. old blood lives in kalis, and it would seem mr. boudreaux is of it. "mr. boudreaux, must i order food for the two of us in french?" you ask.
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.
FoxFire (Act1, Book2, Chapter8)
The cajun's charming smile broadened. he pronounced his words with a deep-country flourish, akin to, '_...zhules leh-nay gee-loh kin reh-tar..._' "hai, you could retire and settle down. yet you wish to stand at my side.
Chapter 1: I Dreamed of You
"how about cajun food?" i asked leaning into his chest. "mmmmmm, yeah!" he grinned and patted his chisled belly, "shrimp etoufee 'n' dirty rice." i loved it when his lousianna roots came through, that accent just made me smile from ear to ear.
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.