Sven and Ole were from Minnesota and got killed while snowmobiling while drunk.  They went to Hell.

 

The next day, Satan was making his rounds and found Sven and Ole in good spirits (though now sober), and asked them why they were so happy.

 

"Vell," said Sven, "ve come from Minnesota, and dis heat is like a tropical vacation."  "Ya, a tropical vacation," chimed-in Ole.

 

Satan decided to fix his two new residents and so he jacked-up the heat to Roast.

 

He came back the next day and found all the residents of Hell moaning and groaning except Sven and Ole.  Satan quizzed them again.

 

"Ya know, dis here is even better than a tropical vacation after what ve're used to in Minnesota, " said Sven.

 

"Ya," said Ole, "ve'd like you to keep it just like dis for awhile."

 

Satan decided to really fix the two drunks.  He turned Hell's thermostat to absolute zero.  The next day, Hell was frozen solid and all the residents were bitching about the cold -- except Sven and Ole.  They were dressed in their parkas and fur hats, snowmobile boots and suits, and thick gloves.  They were jumping up and down and cheering.

 

Satan: "OK.  What are you two idiots cheering about?"

 

Sven: "Vell, ve figured dat if Hell froze over, den da Vikings musta von da Superbowl."