This isn't another "blonde" joke
(This comes from an avowed "educated redneck" in Alabama)
Gabriel came to the Lord and said, "I have to talk to you. We have some Texans up here who are causing problems. They're swinging on the pearly gates, my horn is missing, barbecue sauce is all over their robes, their dogs are riding the chariot, and they're wearing baseball caps and cowboy hats instead of their halos. They refuse to keep the stairway to Heaven clean. There are watermelon seeds and pig feet bones all over the place.
Some of them are walking around with just one wing."
The Lord said, "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? Damn, hold on a minute." The Devil returned to the phone, "Okay. 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 five 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. These damn Texans have put out the fire and are trying to install air-conditioning."