I was recently reminiscing about my winter vacation spent in Minnesota, so a friend sympathetically sent me this story (below).
Note: For those of you who don't know, I am blonde (Obviously! Who else other than a blonde who hates the cold would spend her winter vacation in Minnesota??), but this story is not about me because you all know that I do not believe there is a dog.
THE BLONDE AND THE LORD
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She'd read many books on the subject, and finally, after she collected all the necessary tools, she left for the ice. After carefully 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 further down the ice, poured a cappuccino from her thermos, took a sip to fortify herself 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 away, alllll the way down to the opposite end of the ice. She set up her stool once more and began again to cut her hole. The voice came once more,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
She stopped, looked skyward, and said,
"IS THAT YOU, LORD?"
The voice replied,
"NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE HOCKEY RINK!"
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Hey, I think I saw your photo way back when before you realized what a blonde look like that would attract in the blogosphere! I hate beautiful blondes, but I hate blonde jokes more...this was funny though.
What do ice fishermen get from sitting so long waiting for a fish? Polaroids!
Along this same line, did you hear about the blond that was killed while ice fishing? She got ran over by the zamboni...