A blonde decided she needed something new and different for a winter hobby. She went to the bookstore and bought every book she could find on ice-fishing. For weeks she read and studied, until finally she decided she knew enough, and left for her first ice-fishing trip.
When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area and carefully laid out her tools. Just as she was about to make her first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed, “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!”
Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved farther along on the ice, and started to cut a new hole.
Again the voice from above bellowed, “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!”
Amazed, the blonde wasn’t quite sure what to do as this certainly wasn’t covered in any of the books. She picked up her gear and moved to the far side of the ice. Once there, she stopped for a few moments to regain her calm..
Just as she was about to cut the new hole, the voice came again, “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!”
Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked, “Is that you, Lord?” and the voice boomed back, “NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK.”
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