A man who had his share of the bottle, 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."