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Blonde Fishing A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many
books on the subject, and finally, after getting all the necessary "tools"
together, she made for the nearest frozen lake. After positioning her comfy stool, She
started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly-from the sky-a voice boomed, Startled the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a Thermos of
cappuccino and began to cut another hole. Again from the heavens, the voice bellowed, The blonde, now quite worried, moved down to the opposite end of the
ice, set up her stool, and tried again to cut her hole. The voice came once more, She stopped, looked skyward and said, "Is that you GOD?" The voice replied, " No ... this is the Ice-Rink Manager." |
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