Blonde and the Lord

        A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many books on
        the subject and finally getting all the necessary tools together, she
        headed 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 cappuccino, 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 THE HOCKEY RINK."*