From another group:
The devil assigned him the usual punishment...put him in the mass pit
where the heat was melting others. The devil came back sometime later
surprised to find the Cajun just sitting around, not even misting,
much less sweating. "How come you're not so much as sweating here
where everyone else is screaming for relief from the heat?"
The Cajun laughed and said, "Man, I was raised in the bayous of Sout
Looziana. Dis ain't nothin' but May in Lafayette to me!"
The devil decided to really put the Cajun through it. He put him in a
sealed off cave in the pit with open blazes and four extra furnaces
blasting. When he came back, days later, the Cajun was sitting
pretty, had barely begun to bead up with sweat. The devil was
outraged. "How is this possible!? You should be melted to a
shrieking puddle in these conditions!."
The Cajun laughed even harder than before. "Hey, man! I done tole
you. I was raised in Sout Looziana. You tink dis is heat?! Dis
ain't nothin' but August in Mamou !"
So the devil thought, 'Alright, a little reverse ought to do the
trick.' He put the Cajun into a corner of hell where no heat ever
reached. It was freezing and to add to the Cajun's misery, he added
massive icebergs and blasting frozen air. When he returned, the Cajun
was shivering, ice hung from every part of him but he was grinning
like it was Christmas.
Exasperated, the devil asked "HOW!? How is it possible?! You're
impervious to heat and here you sit in conditions you can't be used
to...freezing cold and yet you're happier than if you were in heaven.
The Cajun kept grinning and asked, "Dis mean de Saints won da Super