Ice Fishing

THE BLONDE AND THE LORD

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 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 once
more 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, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK!"





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