A Texan wanted to go ice fishing. He'd seen many books on the
subject, and finally, after getting all the necessary "tools"
together, he made for the nearest frozen lake. After positioning his
comfy footstool, he 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 Texan moved further down the ice, poured a
Thermos of cappuccino, began to cut yet another hole. Again, from the
heavens, the voice bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
The Texan, now quite worried, moved way down to the opposite end of
the ice, sat up his stool, and tried again to cut his hole. The voice
came once more: "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
He stopped, looked skyward, and said, " Is that you LORD?"
The voice replied, "No, I'm the Ice-Arena Manager!"
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