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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

A blond goes fishing

A blond decides she wants to go ice fishing.
So she goes to the library and reads and researches ice fishing.
Then she goes to the sporting goods store and buys everything she needs.
Then she finally thinks she is ready so she goes out to the ice and starts drilling a hole.
Suddenly she hears a voice from up above.
It says: "There are no fish under the ice."
So she decides to go farther down on the ice.
She starts drilling and she hears the voice again.
"There are no fish under the ice."
So she packs up her things and moves down the ice again.
She starts drilling and she hears the voice again.
"There are no fish under the ice."
"Is that you Lord?" she says.
"No," says the voice, "I'm the manager of the ice hockey rink."

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