Blonde Goes Ice Fishing:
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on
the subject, and finally getting all the necessary tools
together, she made way 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 oncemore 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."
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on
the subject, and finally getting all the necessary tools
together, she made way 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 oncemore 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."