Mrs Baker wanted to go ice fishing. She had read several books on the subject and finally, after getting all the necessary equipment together, she made her way out onto the ice.
After positioning her comfy stool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice.
Suddenly, from up above, a voice boomed, “There are no fish under the ice.” Startled, Mrs Baker moved farther down the ice, poured herself a large coffee, and began to cut yet another hole.
Again from the heavens, the voice bellowed, “There are no fish under the ice.” Mrs Baker moved way down to the opposite end of the ice, set up her stool, and began again to cut her ice-hole.
The voice rang out once more, “There are no fish under the ice.”
Mrs Baker stopped, looked upwards and said, “Is that you, Lord?”
The voice replied, “No, this is the Ice-Rink Manager.”
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From Will & Guy.
Haha good one
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Ah…I finally saw one…coming.:-)
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Really? I didn’t see this punchline coming at all.
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Heeheehee — this is great!
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Good one … good one !
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Silly old bat!
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😀
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My grandpa always fished .. on ice in the winters and he always caught loads of fish – but … he was on the lake. I hated being with him, because it was so cold and nothing else happened out on ice. So boring. Me like this one!
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And me, because it brought a little piece of your story 😉
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I think grandpa was fishing on the ice, so he could get away from grandma *smile – peaceful and nobody bothering him. Mean that in a nice away. He was a forest caretaker – what ever that is called. He loved to be alone with his thoughts.
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Some people are like that. For the rest of us, there’s blogging 🙂
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You’re spot on with that one. *laughing ..
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that was so cute!!!
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Har dee har har har.
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My late hubby was an ice fisherman (and a summertime, springtime, fall fisherman, too). He would have loved this joke! 🙂
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I was walking on ice yesterday – in the park with not a fish in sight.
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