A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in the long

line of judgment.

As he stood there, he noticed that some souls were allowed to march

right through the Pearly Gates an into Heaven. Others though, were led

over to Satan, who threw them into the burning pit.

But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire,

Satan would toss a soul off to one side into a small pile.

After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got

the best of him So he strolled over and asked Satan what he was

doing.

"Excuse me, Prince of Darkness," he said, "I'm waiting in line for

judgment, but I couldn't help wondering, why are you tossing those

people aside instead of flinging them into the Fires of Hell with the

others?"

"Ah, those..." Satan said with a groan, "They're all from the Pacific

Northwest.. they're still too wet to burn."