A BLONDE GOES ICE-FISHING!
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. He'd seen many books on the
and finally, after getting all the necessary "tools" together, he made
the nearest frozen lake. After positioning his comfy footstool, he
to make a circular cut in the ice.
Suddenly---from the sky---a voice boomed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE
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 Blonde, now quite worried, moved way down to the opposite end of
ice, set 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, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE ICE RINK."