A Blonde Fisherman

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
area!