One day a blonde wanted to go ice fishing.  She'd read 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 out, "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 hole.

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!"