A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many
books on the subject. And, finally getting all the necessary
tools together, she made for the ice. After positioning her
comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice.
Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed ,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
Startled, the blonde moved farther down the ice, poured
a thermos of Cappuccino and began to cut yet another hole.
Again from the heavens the voice bellowed,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE." The blonde, now
worried, moved clear down to the opposite end of the ice.
She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole.
The voice came once more,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
She stopped, looked skyward, and asked ,
"IS THAT YOU, LORD?"
The voice replied ,
"NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK."
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