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 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
cup 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, sat 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, I'm the Ice-Rink Manager!"