A blonde really 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. <br><br>After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly -- from the sky -- a voice boomed, &quot;THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!&quot; <br><br>Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a cup of cappuccino from her thermos, and began to cut yet another hole. Again, from the heavens, the voice bellowed, &quot;THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!&quot; <br><br>The blonde, now quite 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: &quot;THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!&quot; <br><br>She stopped, looked skyward, and said, &quot;Is that you, Lord?&quot; <br><br>The voice replied, [move]&quot;NO, THIS IS THE ICE RINK MANAGER!&quot; <br> [/move]

 

Did you hear about the blonde that put downriggers on her snowmobile so she could troll?