subject, and finally getting all the necessary tools together,
she made for the ice.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 cappuccino, and began
to cut yet another hole. gain from the heavens
the voice
bellowed,
"THERE
ARE NO
FISH UNDER
THE ICE."
The blonde,now worried,moved away, clear down to the opposite end of the
ice. She set up her stool once more 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
manager of
the hockey
rink"
PS: Before you're offended, blondes, my children and grandchildren are all natural blondes.
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