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 foot-stool, she started to make a circular
cut in the ice.

Suddenly ---from the sky--- a voice boomed, "THERE ARE NO FISH
THERE!"  Startled, the Blonde moved further down the ice,
poured a Thermos of cappuccino, began to cut yet another hole.
Again, from the heavens, the voice bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH
THERE!"

The Blonde, now quite worried, moved way down to the
opposite end of the ice, sat up her stool, and tried again to cut
her hole.  The voice came once more: "THERE ARE NO FISH THERE!"

She stopped, looked skyward, and said, "Who are you --- God?"

The voice replied, "No, stupid, I own the goddamn Ice-Rink!"