Ice Fishing
Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 8:24 am
Ice Fishing
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A drunk decides to go ice fishing, so he gathers his gear
and goes walking around until he finds a big patch of ice.
He heads into the center of the ice and begins to saw a
hole.
All of sudden, a loud booming voice comes out of the sky.
"You will find no fish under that ice."
The drunk looks around, but he sees no one. He starts sawing
again. Once more, the voice speaks, "As I said before, there
are no fish under the ice."
The drunk looks all around, high and low, but he can't see a
single soul. He picks up the saw and tries one more time to
finish.
Before he can even start cutting, the huge voice interrupts.
"I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!"
The drunk is now flustered and somewhat scared, so he asks
the voice, "How do you know there are no fish? Are you God
trying to warn me?"
"No," the voice replied. "I am the manager of this hockey
rink."
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A drunk decides to go ice fishing, so he gathers his gear
and goes walking around until he finds a big patch of ice.
He heads into the center of the ice and begins to saw a
hole.
All of sudden, a loud booming voice comes out of the sky.
"You will find no fish under that ice."
The drunk looks around, but he sees no one. He starts sawing
again. Once more, the voice speaks, "As I said before, there
are no fish under the ice."
The drunk looks all around, high and low, but he can't see a
single soul. He picks up the saw and tries one more time to
finish.
Before he can even start cutting, the huge voice interrupts.
"I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!"
The drunk is now flustered and somewhat scared, so he asks
the voice, "How do you know there are no fish? Are you God
trying to warn me?"
"No," the voice replied. "I am the manager of this hockey
rink."