Donnie Matney
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Ice Fishing Blonde
A blonde 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!"
A blonde 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!"
