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 the sky, a voice
boomed, "THERE ARE
NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."
Startled, the blonde
moved further down the ice,
poured a thermos of cappuccino,
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, clear down to the opposite end of the ice. She set up her stoolonce more and tried 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."
Posted by Errol Rappaport
on February 21, 2012. Filed under FAMILY,Spiritual Healing.
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