A blonde
who had lived in Buffalo all her life 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 Spot coffee, and began to cut
yet another hole. Again from the heaven 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 HSBC
ARENA."
