A blond decides to go ice fishing, so she
packs up all her gear, a blanket, a picnic, wine and her ice fishing gear She sits down on
the ice, enjoys her picnic, has some wine and decides to cut the hole in the ice so she
can fish.
Suddenly a voice comes out of nowhere and
says, "There are no fish under the ice there."
She looks around, shrugs, picks up her
blanket and all her gear and moves down the ice a little further. She spreads the blanket,
takes out her picnic gear and has some more to eat and drink. After a bit she decides to
cut a hole in the ice to fish and again the voice comes out of the air. "There are no
fish under the ice there."
She moves her blanket and gear on down the
ice and gets comfortable but this time goes right to cutting the hole in the ice. Again
the voice comes out of the air. "There are no fish under the ice there."
She looks around and not seeing anyone asks
out loud, "Are you God? Who are you?"
