Miata Mailing List: July 1999, Message #148

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A blonde gets an itch to go ice fishing.  She's seen many books on the
subject, and finally, after getting all the necessary equipment together,
she makes for the nearest frozen water.

After positioning her comfy footstool, she starts to make a circular cut in
the ice... Suddenly....from the sky.....a voice booms,  "THERE ARE NO FISH
UNDER THAT ICE!"

Startled, she moves further down the ice, pours a cup from her Thermos of
cappuccino, and begins to cut yet another hole.  Again, from the heavens the
voice bellows, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THAT ICE!!"

The blonde, now quite agitated, moves way down to the opposite end of the
ice, sets up her stool and looking around anxiously begins to cut a third
hole.  The voice comes again even louder and more ominous,....."THERE ARE NO
FISH UNDER THE ICE DAMNIT!!!!"

Busily cutting, she freezes in mid stroke and looking skyward says.."Is that
you Lord?"

"NO!"  The voice booms.... "THIS IS THE RINK MANAGER!!!!!"



Drive on...
Hank & Belle
hank@grove.net
'99 Silver
RAGS 57
"HANKS"
Murphy, NC