A Minnesotan dies and...
A Minnesotan dies and is sent to hell. He was a horrible man throughout
Life and the devil really wanted to punish him, so he puts him to work
Breaking up rocks with a sledgehammer. To make it worse he cranks up
the temperature and the humidity.
After a couple of days the Devil checks in on his victim to see if
he is suffering adequately. The Devil is aghast as he looks at the
Minnesotan happily swinging his hammer and whistling a happy tune.
The Devil walks up to him and says, "I don't understand this. I've turned
the heat way up, it's humid, you're crushing rocks, why are you so
happy?"
The Minnesotan, smiling looks at the Devil replying, "This is great, it
reminds me of August in Minnesota. Hot, humid a good piece of work
to do - it reminds me of home. This is fantastic!"
The Devil, perplexed, walks away to ponder this. He decides to change
Things up a bit -drops the temperature, sends down driving rain and
torrential wind. Soon, hell is a wet, muddy mess. The Minnesotan is
happily slogging through the mud pushing a wheelbarrow full of crushed
rocks.
Again, the Devil asks how he can be happy in such conditions.
The Minnesotan replies, "This is great. Just like April in Minnesota.
Reminds me of working out in the fields with spring plantin'!"
The Devil is now completely baffled. In desperation, he tries one last
ditch effort. He makes the temperature plummet. Hell is blanketed in
snow and ice. Confident that this will have to do it, the Devil checks in
on the Minnesotan. He is aghast as he sees the Minnesotan dancing,
singing, and twirling his sledgehammer as he cavorts in glee.
"How can you be so happy. It's like you're celebrating. Don't you know
its 40 below zero!?" screams the Devil.
"Hell's frozen over!" replies the Minnesotan, "The Vikings won the
Superbowl!"
