A South Georgia farmer dies and, being a heathen, goes to Hell. When he gets
there it's 95° with 90% humidity.
But Satan notices he's kicked back on the
brimstone relaxing comfortably. He asks, "Why aren't you miserable like
everyone else here?"
The farmer replies, "Oh, this is like a warm spring day
in south Georgia. I like it."
Angry, Satan turns up the thermos until it's 100° and 95% humidity.
Still, the farmer's happy. "This is like a good June
day on the farm. Not bad at all."
Furious, Satan turns it up to 105°and 99%
humidity. Everyone is even more miserable, except the south Georgia farmer
still laying there resting. "Hey, this is like a good August day on the farm
bailing hay. Feels good. The hotter the better."
In a total rage, Satan turns the thermostat down to
minus 25°F. Within seconds, the air becomes chilly and frost appears, soon
followed by solid ice everywhere. Satan smirks, watching the farmer.
The confused farmer looks down at the frozen ground for a moment, suddenly
jumps up excitedly, looks around everywhere, realizes that Hell has frozen
over, and begins to laugh, jump for joy and scream.
"Tech beat Georgia! Tech beat Georgia! Tech beat Georgia