A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many
books on the subject and finally after getting all the
necessary "tools" together, she made for the
nearest frozen lake. 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 blond moved further 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 quite worried, moved way down to the
opposite end of the ice, set up her stool, and tried
again to cut her hole. The voice came more.
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
She stopped, looked skyward and said, " Is that you
Lord?" The voice replied,
"NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE ICE RINK."