A fellow died one day and found himself waiting in a very long line for judgment. Being an observant type, he noticed that some people, after they went through the line, were able to go directly through Heaven's Gates, while the others were lining up behind Satan who threw most (like sticks of cordwood) directly into the eternal fires of hell.
But every once in while, instead of tossing the poor condemned soul directly into the fire, he would toss him/her off to one side and shake his head in disgust and give a big 'ol devilish sigh.

After watching this apparent culling for some hours, the fellow could not resist. He gave up his place in line and went over and tapped Satan on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir," he said. "I'm supposed to be in the line for judgment, (he sure didn't want to be mistaken for someone who had already been condemned to hell!). I couldn't help but wonder, why are some of these people are being tossed aside instead of being thrown directly into the fires of hell with the rest?"

"Oh," Satan said with a snicker. "Those are Californians. These days they're just too wet to burn."