One day a Cajun named Boudreaux died. After reviewing his life, he was sent to hell.
Upon his arrival, the Devil decided to mess with Boudreaux. So the first night, while Boudreaux was sleeping, the devil turned up the heat. The next morning when Boudreaux woke up, the devil asked him what he thought of hell. Boudreaux told him "Monsieur Devil, this feels like Bayou Black in the middle of July."
The devil decided to mess with Boudreaux again the next night by turning up the heat even higher. The next morning, the devil asked Boudreaux what he thought of hell now. The Cajun just said "Oh mon cher devil, this feels like Bayou LaFourche in August."
The next night the devil changed his plan. He turned the deep freeze on. The next morning Boudreaux woke up shivering. There was ice everywhere. The devil then asked Boudreaux, "Well, what you think of hell now??"
At this point, Boudreaux broke out the booze and started partying. Aieee, dem Saints done won the Super Bowl!!