Super Bowl... - 01/25/10 07:41 AM
So now we know who is going to get to play in the big game and I'm sure everyone has a prediction or more likely a predilection, but I want to take this opportunity to share a joke with y'all.
Three guys from Bimiji died and found themselves in hell. The first day they were there, the devil went down to check on them. The temperature was 125 degrees and as the devil looked in on them he found them standing over a charcoal grill cooking brats wearing mukluks, beaver hats and down vests.
"Aren't you guys hot enough?" he asked.
"Oh, hey dere," said one. Well yanno, it can get pretty warm in Minnesota in da summertime and ya jus' have t' take advantage when you get da chance."
So on the way out the devil turned the thermostat up several degrees.
When he came back a couple of days later he found them wearing their beaver hats and mukluks but now wearing swimming trunks.
"What's with you guys?" He aksed them.
"Well," said the one trying to light the grill with gasoline, "it is pretty hot down here, but after all dem years in the cold winters we get upnorth, it's kinda nice for a change."
As the devil left he realized that it was the COLD that they hated the most. So he turned down the heat and cranked the AC on full blast, waited a few days and went to see how the boys from Bimiji were doing. As he approached where they were being held it got colder and colder. Icicles hung from everything. It was so cold that it looked like a scene from "Ice Station Zebra."
He opened the door and was flabbergasted to find them running around in their beaver hats and underwear, shirts off, still wearing mukluks and painting each other purple...
"Just what in HELL is this?" shouted the devil.
The three in unison began to chant...
"Da Vikes are in da Super Bowl!"
"Da Vikes are in da Super Bowl!"
"Da Vikes are in da Super Bowl!"
Sorry...
Not this year either...
Mark
Three guys from Bimiji died and found themselves in hell. The first day they were there, the devil went down to check on them. The temperature was 125 degrees and as the devil looked in on them he found them standing over a charcoal grill cooking brats wearing mukluks, beaver hats and down vests.
"Aren't you guys hot enough?" he asked.
"Oh, hey dere," said one. Well yanno, it can get pretty warm in Minnesota in da summertime and ya jus' have t' take advantage when you get da chance."
So on the way out the devil turned the thermostat up several degrees.
When he came back a couple of days later he found them wearing their beaver hats and mukluks but now wearing swimming trunks.
"What's with you guys?" He aksed them.
"Well," said the one trying to light the grill with gasoline, "it is pretty hot down here, but after all dem years in the cold winters we get upnorth, it's kinda nice for a change."
As the devil left he realized that it was the COLD that they hated the most. So he turned down the heat and cranked the AC on full blast, waited a few days and went to see how the boys from Bimiji were doing. As he approached where they were being held it got colder and colder. Icicles hung from everything. It was so cold that it looked like a scene from "Ice Station Zebra."
He opened the door and was flabbergasted to find them running around in their beaver hats and underwear, shirts off, still wearing mukluks and painting each other purple...
"Just what in HELL is this?" shouted the devil.
The three in unison began to chant...
"Da Vikes are in da Super Bowl!"
"Da Vikes are in da Super Bowl!"
"Da Vikes are in da Super Bowl!"
Sorry...
Not this year either...
Mark