"How did this happen?" the emergency room doctor asked her.

"Well, I was trying to commit suicide," the blonde replied.

"What?" sputtered the doctor. "You tried to commit suicide by shooting your finger off?"

"No, Silly!" the blonde said. "First I put the gun to my chest, and I thought: I just paid $6,000.00 for these breast implants, I'm not shooting myself in the chest."

"So then?" asked the doctor.

"Then I put the gun in my mouth, and I thought: I just paid $3000.00 to get my teeth straightened, I'm not shooting myself in the mouth."

"So then?"

"Then I put the gun to my ear, and I thought: This is going to make a loud noise. So I put my finger in the other ear before I pulled the trigger."

• What do you get when you cross a pillowcase with a stone? A Sham Rock.
• Why did St. Patrick drive all the snakes out of Ireland? He couldn't afford plane fare.
• Why should you never iron a 4-leaf clover? You don't want to press your luck.
• What do you call an Irishman who keeps bouncing off walls? Rick O'Shea.
• Why can't you borrow money from a leprechaun? Because they're always a little short.

The Texans go straight to Hell. When they arrive, the Devil is shocked to see that they are not in agony over the heat, and he demands an explanation.

"Well, sir, we're from Texas, and we're used to the heat," says one. This infuriates the Devil and he cranks the thermostat up to its highest setting. The lost souls all over hell start wailing. "I'll check on them in the morning and see how they like this." The Devil snorts and disappears in a ball of fire.

The next morning, the Devil shows up at the Texans' camp site, and sure enough they are showing some signs of discomfort. They have taken off their 10 gallon hats and are fanning themselves. One has even rolled up his sleeves. "Well, sir," explains a Texan, "when you've been on a cattle drive in Lubbock during August, this ain't hardly nothing."

The Devil is now so angry he is seeing red. "Those damn Texans seem immune to heat, let 's see what happens when I turn off the heat," he says as he heads to the thermostat. "I'll check on them tomorrow."

So in the morning the Devil arrives at the Texans' campsite, and they are all whoopin' and hollerin' and drinkin' the beers from the ice chest in the back of the pick up, now that they have ice to chill them with. The wail of the lost souls is deafening, but the Texans are partyin' like there is no tomorrow.

"I don't get it," the Devil says, completely defeated. "I tried to roast you and it had no effect, and then I tried to freeze you and you are partying. You Texans are made of tough stuff. But why are you celebrating?"

A Texan takes a swig from a Bud in a longneck and replies, "Look around! Hell is frozen over. That's just gotta mean thar's another Bush in the White House."