The Blonde and the Lord

> The blonde wanted to go ice fishing.
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> She'd seen many books on the subject,
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> and finally getting all the necessary tools together,
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> she made for the ice.
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> After positioning her comfy footstool,
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> she started to make a circular cut in the ice.
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> Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed,
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> "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
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> Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice,
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> poured a thermos of cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole.
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> Again from the heavens the voice bellowed,
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> "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
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> The blonde, now worried, moved away,
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> clear down to the opposite end of the ice.
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> She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole.
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> The voice came once more,
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> "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
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> She stopped, looked skyward, and said,
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> "IS THAT YOU LORD?"
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> The voice replied,
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> "NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK"

 

Thanks Ivan