As he stood there, he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates into Heaven. Others though, were led over to Satan, who threw them into the Fiery Pit. But every so often, instead of hurling a doomed soul into the fire, Satan would toss it off to one side onto a small pile.
After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him. He strolled over and asked Satan what he was doing.
"Excuse me, Mr. Prince of Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't help wondering -- why are you tossing those souls aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the others?"
"Ah, those," Satan said with a groan.
"They're all from New England...
...and they're still too wet to burn."
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Tip o' the dented flight helmet to Chinaboy (who's a Maine-iac, and knows all about these things).



Remind me to post the Saga of the $20,000 Outhouse one of these days...
Right, yeah, what was I thinking? Um, never mind.
It rained here today, while we drove home from Portland. Pretty much the first rain in a few weeks. We must have finally figured out how to catch it and ship it away - go figure.