Wednesday Wheeze

A blonde decides to go ice fishing. So she cuts a hole in the ice and sets up her stool when a voice booms from the heavens, "There are no fish under that ice."
She moves her stool over ten feet and cuts another hole. Again, a voice says, "There are no fish under that ice!"
"Is that you God?" the blonde asks.
"No. This is the manager of the ice rink."
 
Just got a second hand iPhone from a European chick, had to delete all the contacts.

It's now Hans free.
 

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