A young man from Tampa dies, and, unfortunately, goes to Hell. As usual,
he's assigned to work in the sulfur pits. Lucifer comes by on a tour one
day, and he sees the boy whistling and laughing and enjoying himself. Well,
Lucifer walks up to the young man and says "Boy - Why are you so happy?
Aren't you hot enough?"
The young man answers: "Well, it's sure hot down here, but it reminds me of
July back in Tampa"
Lucifer thinks about this for a bit, and decides to raise the temperature in
the sulfur pits, just to show the boy who's boss. Well, he comes on by on
tour again a few days later, and finds the boy still laughing and whistling
and having a grand old time. So Lucifer goes up to the boy and says "Boy -
I turned the heat up - why are you so happy?"
The young man smiles and says "Well, sir, it is hotter now than it was, but
this isn't any different than a warm day in August. It feels just like
So Lucifer goes away, and starts to thinking, and then he gets a big grin on
his face. (I'd call it a devilish grin, but that's kind of redundant).
Lucifer thinks to himself - "Let's see how that Tampa boy likes the cold."
So he goes and turns the heat way down in the sulfur pits, so it gets icy
cold, and there's snow and ice everywhere and the winds howling and the
tortured souls are getting frozen left and right.
He goes and checks on the boy, and the boy is still laughing - in fact he
seems to be laughing even harder than before. "Boy." says Lucifer. "You were
happy when it was hot, and now you're happy that it's cold. Why are you so
The boy answers, with a big grin on his face. "It's a cold day in Hell! The
Bucs must have won the Superbowl!"