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A Bostonian dies and is sent to Hell.
He had been a horrible man his entire life.
The devil 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 the Bostonian is
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 Bostonian, with a big smile, looks at the devil and replies, "This
is great! It reminds me of August in Boston. Hot, humid, a good place
to work. It reminds me of home. This is fantastic!"
The devil, extremely perplexed, walks away to ponder the Bostonian's
remarks. Then he decides to drop the temperature, send down a driving
rain and torrential wind.
Soon, Hell is a wet, muddy mess. Walking in mud up to his knees with
dust blowing into his eyes, the Bostonian 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 Bostonian replies, "This is great! Just like April in Boston. It
reminds me of working out in the yard with spring planting!"
The devil is now completely baffled but more determined to make the
Bostonian suffer. He makes the temperature plummet. Suddenly Hell is
blanketed in snow and ice.
Confident that this will surely make the Bostonian unhappy, the devil
checks in on him. He is again aghast at what he sees.
The Bostonian is dancing, singing, and twirling his sledgehammer as he
cavorts in glee.
"How can you be so happy? Don't you know its 40 below zero!?" screams
the devil.
Jumping up and down the Bostonian throws a snowball at the devil and
yells,
"Hell's frozen over!! This means the Red Sox won the World Series!
He had been a horrible man his entire life.
The devil 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 the Bostonian is
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 Bostonian, with a big smile, looks at the devil and replies, "This
is great! It reminds me of August in Boston. Hot, humid, a good place
to work. It reminds me of home. This is fantastic!"
The devil, extremely perplexed, walks away to ponder the Bostonian's
remarks. Then he decides to drop the temperature, send down a driving
rain and torrential wind.
Soon, Hell is a wet, muddy mess. Walking in mud up to his knees with
dust blowing into his eyes, the Bostonian 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 Bostonian replies, "This is great! Just like April in Boston. It
reminds me of working out in the yard with spring planting!"
The devil is now completely baffled but more determined to make the
Bostonian suffer. He makes the temperature plummet. Suddenly Hell is
blanketed in snow and ice.
Confident that this will surely make the Bostonian unhappy, the devil
checks in on him. He is again aghast at what he sees.
The Bostonian is dancing, singing, and twirling his sledgehammer as he
cavorts in glee.
"How can you be so happy? Don't you know its 40 below zero!?" screams
the devil.
Jumping up and down the Bostonian throws a snowball at the devil and
yells,
"Hell's frozen over!! This means the Red Sox won the World Series!
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