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A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the subject and, finally getting all the necessary equipment and tools together, she headed for the ice. After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice.
Suddenly, from the sky, a great 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 voiced bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
The blonde, now worried, moved away - clear down to another part of the ice. She set up her stool once more and again started to cut a new 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.”
Suddenly, from the sky, a great 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 voiced bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
The blonde, now worried, moved away - clear down to another part of the ice. She set up her stool once more and again started to cut a new 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.”
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