So,
This guy from Chicago dies. He goes to Hell. Lucifer meets him and says "welcome to Hell,BWAHAHAHAHA."
The Chicagoan says, "I'm from the south side a Chicaga, you can't break me".
So Ol' Scratch puts him in a room and turns up the heat. After a few hours he checks in and the Chicagoan is shadow boxing. "Just like Chicaga in July", he says.
So Beelzebub says, "So that's how it is huh? Well let's just add a hundred percent humidity!!!"
A few hours later, the Devil looks in, and the dude is playing basketball. "Just like Chicaga in August!"
Well, Satan has had enough and says, "So he likes the heat huh? Let's see how he feels about a FREEZING BLIZZARD BWAHAHAHAHA".
So on comes the snow, sub-zero temperatures, and too many feet of snow to count.
So after a couple of hours of this, the Prince of Darkness looks in and to his amazement the Chicagoan is laughing, jumping and cheering, "THE CUBS WON THE SERIES, THE CUBS WON THE SERIES".


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