THE BLONDE AND THE LORD
>
> 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 heavens the
> voice 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"