A drunk ice fisherman drills a hole in the ice and peers into it.
As he does so, a loud voice from above says, “There are no fish down there.”
So the drunk fisherman walks several yards away and drills another hole.
As he peers into it he again hears a voice say, “There’s no fish down there.”
So he walks about 20 yards away and drills another hole. Once again the voice says, “There’s no fish down there.”
The fisherman looks up to the sky and asks, “God, is that you?”
“No, you idiot,” says the voice. “It’s the rink manager.”
A man decides he wants to fish.
Unfortunately, his favorite spot became ill*al to fish in.
Undeterred, he fishes for 2 hours, and at this point, he already has a bucket full of fish and he’s still fishing.
Out of nowhere a cop comes in and tells him: “You know you can’t fish here, right? It’s ill*al, I’m gonna have to arrest you.”
The man hides the pole and replies: “Oh no no those are my pet fish. I just come here every week or so drop them in the pond, and once they are done swimming they jump back in and I go home.”
At this point the officer smirks, he knows he’s lying, so he says: “Well then show me, if you can truly show me that they will do that then I’ll let you go.”
The man agrees and dumps the fish into the pond.
A few minutes pass…
“So when are the fish jumping back in the bucket?” Asks the officer smugly.
“What fish?” says the man.
