THE BLONDE AND THE LORD

A blonde wanted to go ice fishing.  

She'd seen many books on the 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. 

Again 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"