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 stool, 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 another. Again from the heavens, the voice
bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE"

The blonde, now quite worried, moved 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 Ice-Rink Manager"....