Ole Boudreaux, he die and he don't go up! When he get down dere, dat old devil put Boudreaux in a room by hisself. The Devil, he crank up dat heat and come back an hour later. "How you like dat?" Devil asks. "Ah my cher, it be juss like a summer day down in de quarter of Nawlins" say Boudreaux.
Devil he crank up dat heat some more. When he come back, Boudreaux is sweatin, done got off his shirt and pantin for air. "Now how you like dat?" say the Devil. "Ah my, it's just like when we was down on dem bayou in de summer a catchin dem catfish and boiling dem crawfish!" say Boudreaux.
Old Devil, him get mad. He reach up dere and turn de heat down. Way down about -40 degree, and leave. When he come back, Boudreaux is in dere shivrin, he got de ice on he nose and hare, teef chattin.....Devil asks "OK now, you cajun, now how you like dat?" Boudreaux say "Is so cold! My fren, I juss can't believe it, I done won so much money I don know where to spend it!"
Devil asks "Whachu mean Boudreaux?"
Boudreaux say "Dis is hell, right?"
Devil say "Yeah."
Boudreaux say "Well if it dis cold, de Saints muss haf don won dem Superbowl!"
Sorry for all the edits...I was trying to get my cajun dialect just right!