ICE FISHING

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A Irishman wanted to go ice fishing. He'd seen many books on the subject and, finally, after getting all the necessary tools he made for the nearest frozen lake. After positioning his comfy footstool, he 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 Irishman moved further down the ice, poured a Thermo of cappuccino, and began to cut yet another hole. Again, from the heavens, the voice boomed,

"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"

He stopped, looked skyward, and said, "Bejasus, Is dat you, Lord?"

The voice replied, "No, I'm the Ice-Rink Manager."