ScubaHawk
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Thibodaux died, and found himself in Hell, locked in a buring room with a dozen other souls. After a month, the devil himself came to visit him.
"Hot enough for you, Thibodaux?" asked Satin (he loved that Cliche')
Thibodaux, who still had on the suit he was burried in replied: "It ain't too bad, no. - Kinda like June in Nawlins." (New Orleans)
Irate, the devil left and turned up the heat in the room. Another month passed and he returned.
"Hot enough for you now?"
Thibodaux, who had finally taken off the suit jacket, replied: "It ain't bad cher', kinda like July in Nawlins"
The devil stormed out and cranked to heat all the way up. Returning a month later he found Thibodaux had finally removed his tie, and unbuttoned his collar.
"Hot enough for you now, I bet"
Thibodaux replied: "It is sho-nuf hot, like August in Nawlins, but without that humidity and there ain't no skeeters, I kinda like it."
Really angry, the devil slammed to door to the room and turned to thermostat all the way down. A month later he returns to see the room covered in ice. Chipping his way in he sees blue, near frozen souls shivvering on the floor and Thibodaux singing and dancing on the table.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" the devil demanded.
"Just look around!" said Thibodaux. "The Saints done won the SUPER BOWL!"
"Hot enough for you, Thibodaux?" asked Satin (he loved that Cliche')
Thibodaux, who still had on the suit he was burried in replied: "It ain't too bad, no. - Kinda like June in Nawlins." (New Orleans)
Irate, the devil left and turned up the heat in the room. Another month passed and he returned.
"Hot enough for you now?"
Thibodaux, who had finally taken off the suit jacket, replied: "It ain't bad cher', kinda like July in Nawlins"
The devil stormed out and cranked to heat all the way up. Returning a month later he found Thibodaux had finally removed his tie, and unbuttoned his collar.
"Hot enough for you now, I bet"
Thibodaux replied: "It is sho-nuf hot, like August in Nawlins, but without that humidity and there ain't no skeeters, I kinda like it."
Really angry, the devil slammed to door to the room and turned to thermostat all the way down. A month later he returns to see the room covered in ice. Chipping his way in he sees blue, near frozen souls shivvering on the floor and Thibodaux singing and dancing on the table.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" the devil demanded.
"Just look around!" said Thibodaux. "The Saints done won the SUPER BOWL!"
