Super Bowl

> > > A farmer from the melon fields of Central Florida 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 better 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
> > > 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 Bucks won the Super
Bowl!
> > I
> > > can't believe it! The Bucks won the Super Bowl!"
> > >
> > >
> >