A curious fellow died one day and found himself in limbo waiting in a long,
long line for judgment. As he stood there, he noticed that some souls were
allowed to march right through the gates of heaven. Others were led over to
Satan, who threw them into a lake of fire. Every so often, instead of hurling
a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss him or her to one side.

After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the
better of him. He strolled over and tapped Old Nick on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, there, Your Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment,
and I couldn't help wondering why you are tossing some people aside instead of
flinging them into the fires of hell with the others?"

"Ah," Satan said with a grin. "Those are Portlanders. I'm letting them dry out
so they'll burn."