A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on the subject, and she finally set out after getting all the necessary "tools" together. After choosing a spot and 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 there!" Startled, the blond 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 there!"

The blonde, now quite worried, moved way down to the opposite end of the ice, set up her stool, and tried again to cut her hole.

The voice came once more. "There are no fish there!"

She stopped, looked skyward, and said, "Is that you, Lord?"

The voice replied, "No, this is the manager of the ice rink!"