A blond 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 blond 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 blond, now quite worried, moved way down to the
opposite end of the ice, sat up her stool, 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, I'm the Ice-Rink
Manager!"
