Texans in Hell

A group of Texans are driving down the road, whooping
it up, drinking beer and shooting off their guns when
they get into an accident with busload of nuns and
orphans, killing everyone. The Texans go straight to
Hell. When they arrive the Devil is shocked to see that
they are not in agony over the heat and he demands an
explanation.

"Well, sir, we're from Texas, and we're used to the
heat," says one. This infuriates the Devil and he
cranks the thermostat up to its highest setting.
The lost souls all over hell start wailing. "I'll check
on them in the morning and see how they like THIS." He
snorts and disappears in a ball of fire.

The next morning, the Devil shows up at the Texans'
camp site, and sure enough they are showing some signs
of discomfort. They have taken off their 10 Gallon hats
and are fanning themselves. One has even rolled up his
sleeves. "Well, sir," explains a Texan, "when you have
been on a cattle drive in Lubbock during August, this
ain't hardly nothing." The Devil is now so angry he is
seeing red.

"Those damn Texans seem immune to heat, let 's see what
happens when I turn OFF the heat," he says as he heads
to the thermostat. "I'll check on them tomorrow."

So in the morning the Devil arrives at the Texans'
campsite, and they are all whoopin' and hollerin' and
drinkin' the beers from the ice chest in the back of
the pick up, now that they have ice to chill them with.
The wail of the lost souls is deafening but the Texans
are partyin' like there is no tomorrow.

"I don't get it," the Devil says, completely defeated.
"I tried to roast you and it had no effect, and then I
tried to freeze you and you are partying. You Texans
are made of tough stuff. But why are you celebrating?"

A Texan takes a swig from a Bud in a longneck and
replies, "Look around! Hell is frozen over. That's just
gotta mean there is another Bush in the White House."