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Sun 15 Dec, 2002 06:31 pm
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the
subject, and finally getting all the necessary tools together, she
made for the ice. 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 heaven
the voiced bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
The blonde, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of
the ice. She set up her stool once more 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 hockey rink."
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