A farmer from South Carolina dies and, being a heathen, goes to Hell.
When he gets there its 95 F with 90% humidity, but Satan notices he's
kicked back on the brimstone relaxing comfortably.
He asks, "Why aren't you miserable like everyone else here?" The farmer
replies, "Oh, this is like a warm spring day in Columbia . I like it."
Angry, Satan turns
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