Ole & Sven are killed in a snowmobile accident, both drunker than skunks. They both ended up in He**. The devil observes that they seem to be enjoying themselves. He says to them, "Doesn't the heat and smoke bother you?"
Ole says, "Vell, ya know, ve're from nordern Minnesota, da land of ice and snow, and vere yust happy fer a chance ta varm up a little bit, ya know."
The devil decides these two aren't miserable enough and turns up the heat even more. When he returns to the room of the two from Minnesota, he finds them in light jackets and hats, grilling walleye and drinking beer. The devil is astonished and exclaims, "Everyone down here is miserable 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 ta haff a fish fry vhen da veather's dis nice."
Now the devil is furious. He finally 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 heat off in he**. The next morning the temperature is 60 below zero. Icicles are hanging everywhere and people are shivering so bad they are unable to moan, wail, 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, it's 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 he** is froze over, dat must mean da Viking yust won da Super Bowl!"
