A blonde decides to go ice fishing at a frozen lake. She cuts a hole in the ice, and sets up her stool. A voice from the heaven booms, "There are no fish under that ice!" She moves her stool 20 feet away, and drills a new hole. Again, a voice says, "There are no fish under that ice!" She makes another hole. Again the voice informs her that there are no fish. "Is that you, god?" the blonde asks. "No. This is the manager of the ice rink."