A Texan dies and goes to Hell.
One day, the devil is walking around enjoying watching all the people suffer in the searing heat. When he comes around to the Texan, he finds him happily sitting in a lawn chair.
He says "What are you doing? You're supposed to be suffering!"
The Texan replies, "What do you mean? This isn't hot. Back home in Texas, we're used to 100 degree weather."
The devil wants the Texan to be suffering, too...so he turns the heat up to 120 degrees and visits the Texan again.
...only to find him hosting a
barbecue !
Incredulously, the devil says, "What in the world are you doing?!?!? It's 20 degrees hotter and you're
barbecuing? "
The Texan replies, "Shoot, it's a nice summer day. Perfect for a barbecue."
The devil continues raising the heat, but the Texan remains comfortable. One day, he comes up with the ultimate plan. He installs a massive air conditioner and turns it on full blast. The temperature drops to freezing and it begins to snow.
The devil thinks, "That Texan can take the heat, but I'll bet he can't take the cold..."
and goes off to check on the Texan.
...only to find him jumping up and down, whooping and hollering and throwing his hat in the air. The devil realizes that the Texan is shouting something so he gets closer to hear what he's saying. And the Texan shouts...
"THE RANGERS WON THE PENNANT! THE RANGERS WON THE PENNANT!!!!"
**Just thought that might be appropriate, in light of recent events
**