George from Jacksonville, Florida dies and ends up in hell.
On his first day there, the devil stops by and asks sarcastically, "Hot enough for you?"
"Not bad at all," says George. "I'm a native Floridian and I really like the heat."
We'll see about that, thinks the devil and gives the thermostat a twist up as he leaves.
The next day, the devil shows up again. "Still enjoying the heat?", he snarls.
"Absolutely, it's like a day at the beach," enthuses George. "I'm really enjoying the low humidity down here, which makes the heat even more delightful! You know we have a lot of humidity in Florida and this seems more like Arizona. I think this is about near to perfect!"
The devil's really ticked off now. He thinks, hmmmmm……OK, he likes heat, does he? Let's see what he thinks about the cold! and turns the thermostat to 10 below zero.
Devil saunters in the next day, hoping for some misery and sees the man shivering, blue and covered with frost, but grinning from ear to ear.
"What the h-e-double-hockeysticks are you happy about now? You've gone on and on about how much you like the heat and now it's colder 'n a well-diggers a$$! Why are you smiling? Why?"
George beams at him and yells, "I knew it was going to happen some day! The Jaguars must have won the Super Bowl!!!!"