This blonde really 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 blonde 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 once more, even louder:
>"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
>
>She stopped, looked skyward, and said, " Is that you, Lord?"
> The voice replied,
>"NO, THIS IS THE ICE RINK MANAGER! |
