orion21
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A blonde living in Minnesota decided she needed something new and
different for a winter hobby. She went to the bookstore and bought every
book she could find on ice fishing.
For weeks she read and studied, hoping to become an expert in the
field. Finally she decided she knew enough, and out she went for her
first ice fishing trip. She carefully gathered up and packed all the
tools and equipment needed for the excursion. Each piece of equipment
had its own special place in her kit.
When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area, placed her
padded stool, and carefully laid out her tools. Just as she was about to
make her first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed,
"There are no fish under the ice!"
Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved further along
the ice, poured some hot chocolate from her thermos, and started to cut
a new hole. Again the voice from above bellowed, "There are no fish
under the ice!"
Amazed, the blonde wasn't quite sure what to do, as this certainly
wasn't covered in any of her books. She packed up her gear and moved to
the far side of the ice. Once there, she stopped for a few moments to
regain her calm. Then she was extremely careful to set everything up
perfectly -- tools in the right place, chair positioned just so.
Just as she was about to cut this new hole, the voice came again,
"There are no fish under the ice!"
Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked "Is that you Lord?"
The voice boomed back, "No, this is the manager of the skating rink, There are no fish under the ice!"
different for a winter hobby. She went to the bookstore and bought every
book she could find on ice fishing.
For weeks she read and studied, hoping to become an expert in the
field. Finally she decided she knew enough, and out she went for her
first ice fishing trip. She carefully gathered up and packed all the
tools and equipment needed for the excursion. Each piece of equipment
had its own special place in her kit.
When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area, placed her
padded stool, and carefully laid out her tools. Just as she was about to
make her first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed,
"There are no fish under the ice!"
Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved further along
the ice, poured some hot chocolate from her thermos, and started to cut
a new hole. Again the voice from above bellowed, "There are no fish
under the ice!"
Amazed, the blonde wasn't quite sure what to do, as this certainly
wasn't covered in any of her books. She packed up her gear and moved to
the far side of the ice. Once there, she stopped for a few moments to
regain her calm. Then she was extremely careful to set everything up
perfectly -- tools in the right place, chair positioned just so.
Just as she was about to cut this new hole, the voice came again,
"There are no fish under the ice!"
Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked "Is that you Lord?"
The voice boomed back, "No, this is the manager of the skating rink, There are no fish under the ice!"
