ice fishing
ice fishing
Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 13:13:43 -0500
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing; so, after reading many books on the
subject and gathering all of the necessary equipment, she made for the
nearest frozen lake.
After positioning her comfy foot stool, she started to make a circular cut
in the ice. Suddenly, as if from the sky, a voice boomed out, HEY, YOU,
THERE ARE NO FISH THERE!
Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a cup of
cappuccino from her Thermos, and began to cut another hole. Again, a voice
boomed, THERE ARE NO FISH THERE!
The blonde, now worried, moved to the opposite end of the ice, set up her
stool, and once again tried to cut the ice hole. Once more, the voice
said, THERE ARE NO FISH THERE!
The blonde stopped, looked skyward, and said, Who are you, God? The voice
replied, NO, I AM THE OWNER OF THIS ICE RINK!
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