Ice Fishing

[AltumAngel]

A blonde 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 body of water.

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 quite worried, moved way down to

the opposite end of the ice, set 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...this is the manager

of the hockey rink..."