A BLONDE GOES ICE-FISHING!
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. He'd seen many books on the
subject,
and finally, after getting all the necessary "tools" together, he made
for
the nearest frozen lake. After positioning his comfy footstool, he
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 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."
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