A blonde wanted to go ice fish ing. 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 a 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."