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A Blonde Goes Ice-Fishing
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. He'd seen many
books on the subject, and finally, after getting
all the necessary "tools" together, he made for
the nearest frozen lake. After positioning his
comfy footstool, he 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 his stool,
and tried again to cut his hole.
The voice came once more. "THERE ARE NO FISH
UNDER THE ICE!"
He 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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