A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd seen many 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 above, a voice boomed: "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
Startled the blond moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of > cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again, 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 fishing 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: wait for it.......... keep scrolling......... "NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK." To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
