auntblabby wrote:
A man notices the popularity of ice fishing in Silicon Valley, and decides to try it for herself. Determined to take the sport up properly, he heads to the library and reads, not one, but three books on ice fishing from cover to cover. Armed with a list of ice fishing gear, he heads to the nearest sporting goods store to pick out top-notch equipment.
The next day, the man heads to the nearest frozen pond and begins to set up the stool he had purchased. Settling in, he reaches for his saw and begins to cut a hole through the ice.
Booming from above comes a voice: “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!!”
Jumping back, the man looks all around, but he’s alone on the ice. A bit disturbed, he moves about 20 feet down the pond, sets up his stool, and begins to saw again.
Again comes the voice: “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!!”
Once again, he looks around, but just as before, there’s not a soul in sight. He decides to move clear to the other end of the pond, as far from the voice as possible. This time, just as he settles down on the stool, before he has even reached for the saw, he hears the booming voice again: “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!!”
Trembling now, he calls out in a timid voice, “Is that you, God?”
“NO”, replies the voice, “I’M THE ICE HOCKEY RINK MANAGER.”
Lolololz....he he ..he
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