[2011] in Humor
HUMOR: Ice Fishing
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (abennett@MIT.EDU)
Thu Apr 10 13:48:34 1997
From: <abennett@MIT.EDU>
To: humor@MIT.EDU
Date: Thu, 10 Apr 1997 13:31:11 EDT
Date: Thu, 10 Apr 1997 13:12:31 EDT
From: Erik Nygren <nygren@MIT.EDU>
From: "Rodgerick L. Newhouse" <rhouse@MIT.EDU>
From: "Maria Quintero" <mquinter@cornerstone.com>
A drunk decides to go ice fishing, so he gathers his gear and
goes walking around until he finds a big patch of ice. He
heads into the center of the ice and begins to saw a hole.
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 tries one more time to finish.
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 asks
the voice, "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 hockey rink."
