I remember when I lived in those parts there was a tale of a wild Cajun died and went to Hell. Walked up to the Devil and said..
"Son, I thought it was sposed to be hot down here."
"Ain't hot enuff for you Cajun boy?" the Devil said.
"I'm a Cajun son. We invented heat. I can take anything you throw at me."
Not to be outdone by a mere mortal the Devil escorted the Cajun to a room where the thermostat was set at 250 degrees and said he'd come check on him in the morning.
To the Devil's surprise the Cajun was sitting there whittling on a piece of brimstone the next morning cool as a cucumber.
"I told you son," said the stalwart Cajun, "I can take anything you got".
The Devil reached over to the thermostat and turned it up to 1000 degrees farenheit and said he'd be around to check the next morning.
Small beads of sweat had popped out on the Cajun's forhead when the Devil came by to call, but he was still whistling and whittling away as though he was sitting on a front porch in Louisiana.
"Alright, enuffs enuff" said the Devil, "I don't care about heat, my job is just to make you miserable."
With that he turned the thermostat to forty below and said he'd be back the next morning.
Upon his return he found the poor freezing Cajun blue through and through with icicles dripping off his head.
Through chattering teeth clutching his arms around himself to try to stay warm the fella said,
"W w w w what h h h h appenedd? D d did the S S Saints win a ball game?"