||Mon, 14 Aug 2000 12:09:01 +0800|
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 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 ICE RINK!"