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 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 worried, moved away, 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 said, “IS THAT
YOU LORD?”
The voice replied, “NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE
HOCKEY RINK!”