BLONDE ICE FISHING
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!"