Joke - A Blonde Goes Ice-Fishing...

a re-run of a favorite:

A Blonde Goes Ice-Fishing

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 left 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 blonde moved further down the ice, poured a

Thermos of cappuccino, and began to cut 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 asked, "Is that you, Lord?"

The voice replied, "NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE

ICE RINK!"