A Cajun died and went to hell.
The devil assigned him the usual punishment...put him in
the mass pit where the heat was melting others. The devil
came back sometime later surprised to find the Cajun just
sitting around, not even misting, much less sweating.
"How come you're not so much as sweating here where
everyone else is screaming for relief from the heat?"
The Cajun laughed and said, "Man, I was raised in the
bayous of Sout Looziana. Dis ain't nothin' but May
in Morgan City to me!"
The devil decided to really put the Cajun through it. He
put him in a sealed off cave in the pit with open blazes and
four extra furnaces blasting. When he came back, days later,
the Cajun was sitting pretty, had barely begun to bead up
with sweat. The devil was outraged.
"How is this possible!? You should be melted to a
shrieking puddle in these conditions!."
The Cajun laughed even harder than before. "Hey, man!
I done tole you. I was raised in Sout Looziana. You tink dis
is heat?! Dis ain't nothin' but August in Cow Island!"
So the devil thought, 'Alright, a little reverse ought
to do the trick.' He put the Cajun into a corner of hell
where no heat ever reached. It was freezing and to add to
the Cajun's misery, he added massive icebergs and
blasting frozen air. When he returned, the Cajun was
shivering, ice hung from every part of him but he was
grinning like it was Christmas.
Exasperated, the devil asked "HOW!? How is it
possible?! You're impervious to heat and here you sit in
conditions you can't be used to...freezing cold and yet
you're happier than if you were in heaven. WHY?!"
The Cajun kept grinning and asked, "Don't dis mean
de Saints won da Super Bowl?"
02-02-2010, 11:53 PM
LOL! 
HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 
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