A Milpitas Mom’s Favorite Joke.
A blonde woman notices the popularity of ice fishing in Silicon Valley, and decides to try it for herself. Determined to take the sport up properly, she heads to the library and reads, not one, but three books on ice fishing from cover to cover. Armed with a list of ice fishing gear, she heads to the nearest sporting goods store to pick out top-notch equipment.
The next day, the woman heads to the nearest frozen pond and begins to set up the stool she had purchased. Settling in, she reaches for her saw and begins to cut a hole through the ice.
Booming from above comes a voice: “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!!”
Jumping back, the woman looks all around, but she’s alone on the ice.
A bit disturbed, she moves about 20 feet down the pond, sets up her stool, and begins to saw again.
Again comes the voice: “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!!”
Once again, she looks around, but just as before, there’s not a soul in sight. She decides to move clear to the other end of the pond, as far from the voice as possible.
This time, just as she settles down on the stool, before she has even reached for the saw, she hears the booming voice again: “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!!”
Trembling now, she calls out in a timid voice, “Is that you, Lord?”
“NO”, replies the voice, “I’M THE SHARK’S ICE HOCKEY RINK MANAGER.”