The recent cold weather stiffened water on lakes around Loonfoot Falls, so villages of ice houses are out on the ice. Complete with tracks where the anglers drive out. Folks around here are fairly sensible. It's been quite a few years since someone broke through the ice.
You've probably heard this joke before. Probably featuring a blond or a drunk.. I happen to like Norwegian jokes, so here's my version.
Sven decided that he'd like to go ice fishing, so he packed up his gear and drove around until he found a big patch of clear ice near the road. He'd heard about trucks breaking through the ice, so he parked by the road and walked out to the middle of the ice.
Just as he began to cut a hole in the ice, a voice boomed out of the sky.
"There are no fish under that ice. Stop digging!"
Sven looked all around, but couldn't see anyone. He started sawing again. And again the voice boomed out.
"There are no fish under that ice!"
It took Sven a while to start cutting again. He looked ahead, to the right and left, and behind him. As far as he could tell, he was alone. Sven shrugged his shoulders and started cutting.
"Stop!" Thundered the voice. "There are no fish under that ice. I have told you that three times!"
Sven fell to his knees, looked up and asked, "is that you, God?"
"No, I'm the manager of the hockey rink."
Friday, January 8, 2010
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