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 a busload of nuns and orphans, killing
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." The Devil 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've been on
a cattle drive in Lubbock during August, this ain't hardly
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
A Texan takes a swig from a Bud in a
longneck and replies, "Look around! Hell is frozen over.
That's just gotta mean thar's another Bush in the White
Submitted by Dick,