Blonde Ice Fishing
A Blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen
many books on the subject, and finally, after getting the neccasary tools
together, she headed for the nearest expanse of ice she knew of.
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 capuccino, 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 way down to the opposite
end of the ice, set up her stool, and tried again to cut a hole.
The voice came once more, even louder, "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!"
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