Thursday, April 26, 2007

[snicker snicker]

Got this e-mailed joke (an oldie but a goodie, of course) from my Crazy Uncle Carroll tonight:

A southern Oklahoma farmer died and, being a heathen, went to Hell.

When he got there it was 95 F with 90% humidity, but Satan noticed he was kicked back on the brimstone relaxing comfortably.

He asked, "Why aren't you miserable like everyone else here?" The farmer replied, "Oh, this is like a warm spring day in southern Oklahoma. I like it."

Angry, Satan turned up the thermostat until it was 100 F and 95% humidity. Still, the farmer was happy. "This is like a good June day on the farm. Not bad at all."

Furious, Satan turned it up to 105 F and 99% humidity. Everyone was even more miserable, except the southern Oklahoma farmer still resting.

"Hey, this is like a good August day on the farm baling hay. Feels good -- the hotter the better."

In a total rage, Satan turned the thermostat down to minus 25 F. Within seconds, the air became chilly and frost appeared, soon followed by solid ice everywhere. Satan smirked, watching the farmer.

The confused farmer looked down at the frozen ground for a moment, suddenly jumped up excitedly, looked around everywhere and began to laugh, scream, and jump for joy.


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