Ice Fishing

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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..."