Those Texans..

Gabriel came to the Lord and said, "I have to talk to
you. We have some Texans up here that are causing
problems. They're swinging on the pearly gates, my
horn is missing, and they are wearing T-shirts instead
of robes. There's barbecue sauce and picante sauce
everywhere, especially all over their T-shirts; their
dogs are riding in the chariots, and chasing the
sheep; they're wearing baseball caps and cowboy hats
instead of their halos.

They refuse to keep the stairway to heaven clean, and
their boots are marking and scratching up the halls of
wisdom. There are watermelon seeds and pig feet bones
all over the place. Some of them are walking around
with just one wing; they refuse to walk and insist on
bringing their horses with them."

The Lord sighed, "Texans are Texans, Gabriel. Heaven
is home to all my children. If you want to know about
real problems, call the Devil."

The Devil answered the phone, "Hello? Hold on a
minute." The Devil returned to the phone, "O.K., I'm
back. What can I do for you?"

Gabriel replied, "I just want to know what kind of
problems you're having down there."

The Devil said, "Hold on again. I need to check on
something." After about 5 minutes the Devil returned
to the phone and said, "I'm back. Now what was the
question?"

Gabriel said, "What kind of problems are you having
down there?"

The Devil said, "Man, I don't believe this.... Hold
on."
This time the Devil was gone 15 minutes. The Devil
returned and said, "I'm sorry Gabriel, I can't talk
right now. Those Texans have put out the fire and are
trying to install air conditioning!"