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03-30-07, 10:58 PM
A South Georgia boy died and went to Hell.
Satan welcomed him the traditional way. "Hey there, 'boy.' Hot enough for ya?"
South Georgia boy replied, "Yep. It's pretty dang hot 'round here. But I've seen worse."
Well, this ticked ol' Satan. He twitched a little, then bounced right back. He nodded to a trustee to crank up the heat to the max. "How 'bout that, ol' fella?" Satan snickered.
"Shoo. Hottern'...well, hottern' I thought this place was. Shee, but it ain't as hot as a summer day in Valdosta."
Devil was pretty pissed. But he kept his cool. He winked at the trustee, and glanced at the air conditioning controller. The trustee shut off the heat and turned on the air to chill out to the max. "Well, how do you like me, now?" Satan cocked his head as he glared at South Georgia boy.
Shivering and shaking like a leaf on a tree, South Georgia boy chattered, "I-I-I-It's f-f-f-freezing down h-h-h-heere, man. D-D-D-Dang c-c-c-cold as a w-w-w-witches t-t-t-tit...b-b-b-brr-rr-rr...!!!"
Satan laughed. "Cold enough for ya?"
"Y-Y-Y-Yes, M-M-M-Mr. S-S-S-Satan," he stuttered. "B-B-B-But it's w-w-w-wonderf-f-f-ful!!"
Satan stared blankly.
"Y-Y-Y-Yes, it is," said SGB. "The F-F-Falcons f-f-finally w-w-won the S-S-Superbowl!!!!"
Satan welcomed him the traditional way. "Hey there, 'boy.' Hot enough for ya?"
South Georgia boy replied, "Yep. It's pretty dang hot 'round here. But I've seen worse."
Well, this ticked ol' Satan. He twitched a little, then bounced right back. He nodded to a trustee to crank up the heat to the max. "How 'bout that, ol' fella?" Satan snickered.
"Shoo. Hottern'...well, hottern' I thought this place was. Shee, but it ain't as hot as a summer day in Valdosta."
Devil was pretty pissed. But he kept his cool. He winked at the trustee, and glanced at the air conditioning controller. The trustee shut off the heat and turned on the air to chill out to the max. "Well, how do you like me, now?" Satan cocked his head as he glared at South Georgia boy.
Shivering and shaking like a leaf on a tree, South Georgia boy chattered, "I-I-I-It's f-f-f-freezing down h-h-h-heere, man. D-D-D-Dang c-c-c-cold as a w-w-w-witches t-t-t-tit...b-b-b-brr-rr-rr...!!!"
Satan laughed. "Cold enough for ya?"
"Y-Y-Y-Yes, M-M-M-Mr. S-S-S-Satan," he stuttered. "B-B-B-But it's w-w-w-wonderf-f-f-ful!!"
Satan stared blankly.
"Y-Y-Y-Yes, it is," said SGB. "The F-F-Falcons f-f-finally w-w-won the S-S-Superbowl!!!!"