Another oldie... That's -- mostly -- what I've been getting recently.
OTOH, a half-hearted chuckle is better than none, no? And, as "blonde
jokes" go, this one's pretty good...
From: R.P.
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen 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 farther 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 UNDER THE ICE."
The blonde, now worried, moved 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 asked,
"IS THAT YOU, LORD?"
The voice replied,
"NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK."
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Tamara P Duvall http://t-n-lace.net/
Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland)
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