CAJUN IN HELL
A Cajun who died 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
Lafayette 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 Jennings !"
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, "Dis mean de
Saints won da Super
Bowl?"