Blonde goes to fish [Archive] - ForumsHQ
Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2002 12:14 pm
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!"
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!"