Ole and Sven die in a snowmobiling accident, drunker than
skunks, and go to Hell.
The Devil observes that they are really enjoying themselves.
He says to them “Doesn’t the heat and smoke bother
you?
Ole replies, “Vell, ya know, ve’re from nordern
Minnesnoowta, da land of snow an ice, an ve’re yust happy
fer a chance at varm up a little bit, ya know.”
The devil decides that these two aren’t miserable enough
and turns up the heat even more. When he returns to the room
of the two guys from Minnesota , the devil finds them in
light jackets and hats, grilling walleye and drinking
beer.
The devil is astonished and exclaims, “Everyone down here
is in abject misery, and you two seem to be enjoying
yourselves?”
Sven replies, “Vell, ya know, ve don’t git too much varm
veather up dere at da Falls, so ve’ve yust got at haff a
fish fry vhen da veather’s dis nice.”
The devil is absolutely furious. He can hardly see straight.
Finally he comes up with the answer. The two guys love the
heat because they have been cold all their lives. The devil
decides to turn all the heat off in Hell. The next morning,
the temperature is 60 below zero, icicles are hanging
everywhere, and people are shivering so bad that they are
unable to wail, moan or gnash their teeth.
The devil smiles and heads for the room with Ole and Sven.
He gets there and finds them back in their parkas, bomber
hats, and mittens. They are jumping up and down, cheering,
yelling and screaming like mad men.
The devil is dumbfounded, “I don’t understand; when I
turn up the heat, you’re happy. Now its freezing cold and
you’re still happy. What is wrong with you two?”
They both look at the devil in surprise and say, “Vell,
don’t ya know, If hell iss froze over, dat must mean da
Vikings von da Super Bowl.”
