Subject: If Hell Froze Over...
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Mon Jun 17 2002 - 05:55:58 EDT
"If Hell Froze Over..."
A farmer from the cotton fields of Central Texas
dies and goes to hell. Once there, the Devil
notices that this farmer is not suffering like the
rest there are. He checks his gauges and sees
that it's 95 degrees and about 80% humidity.
So he goes to the farmer and asks why he's
so happy. The farmer replies "I like it here. It's
just like plowing my fields in June."
Unhappy with the farmer's response, the devil
goes back to his controls and turns the
temperature up to 105 degrees and 90%
humidity. After making the adjustment, the devil
goes looking for the farmer. Finding him just as
happy as can be, the Devil frustratingly asks the
farmer again why he's so happy. "This is even
beter now! It's like pulling weeds in the fields
during July!" says the farmer.
The Devil, now quite upset and deciding to make
the farmer really suffer, returns to his controls
and cranks the heat up to 115 degrees and the
humidity to 100%. "Now we'll see if that farmer
is smiling!" he thinks as he goes looking for the
farmer again. Finding him sitting on the floor happy
as ever, the Devil is madder than before. When
he asks the farmer why he's happy now, the farmer
answers, "This is great, it's just like driving the picker
in August!"
That was enough for the Devil. Running back to
his controls, he turns the temperature down to a
freezing 10 degrees below zero. Within a matter
of minutes, the pools of molten brimstone begin to
ice over. "Let's see what what farmer has to say
about this," snickers the Devil to himself.
To his surprise, the Devil returns to find the farmer
running around and jumping for joy, yelling at the
top of his lungs: "The Cowboys won the SuperBowl!
I can't believe it! The Cowboys won the SuperBowl!"
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