Dear my valued visitors,
I have received this post from one of my old contacts, which I believe you will enjoy reading it.
All of sudden, a loud booming voice comes out of the sky. "You will find no fish under that ice."
The drunk looks around, but sees no one. He starts sawing again. Once more, the voice speaks, "As I said before, there are no fish under the ice."
The drunk looks all around, high and low, but can't see a single soul. He picks up the saw and continues.
Before he can even start cutting, the huge voice interrupts. "I have warned you three times now. There are no fish!"
The drunk is now flustered and somewhat scared, so he shouted out "How do you know there are no fish? Are you God trying to warn me?"
"No", the voice replied. "I am the manager of this ice-hockey rink."
Hope you have a good laugh - good for your health.
James

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