The Weather in Hell...
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From: Peter Langston <psl>
Date: Tue, 27 Jan 98 19:44:39 -0800
Subject: The Weather in Hell...
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An explosion killed a merchant marine boilerman and what with one thing and
another, he wound up in hell. Being used to stoking fires and extremely
hot temperatures, he found hell quite comfortable. When Satan went to check
out the new arrival, he found him sitting in his room smiling.
"You like this?", Satan asked.
"Yes Sir", said the sailor, "this feels like a spring day to me".
Not wanting the new guy to be too comfortable, Satan turned up the heat a
lot. When he went back to see how his new arrival was doing, the sailor
was still happy. He hadn't even broken a sweat. "I like this kind of
weather", he told Satan.
Satan decided to try something different. Rather than turn up the heat, he
turned it off. He made the sailor's room so cold icicles formed. When he
checked on the guy, the room was icy and he was shivering, but he had a grin
from ear to ear.
"Why are you still so happy?", Satan demanded. "Its freezing in here!" "I'm
from Denver; being a Broncos fan," said the sailor, "I recognize the signs
that the Broncos have finally won the Superbowl..."
© 1998 Peter Langston