A drunk decided he was going to go ice fishing. After gathering his gear he wandered around until he found a big patch of ice. He then headed into the center of the ice and began to saw a hole.
All of sudden, a loud booming voice came out of the sky. "You will find no fish under the ice."
The drunk looked around, but seeing no one started sawing again.
Once more, the voice spoke, "As I said before, there are no fish under that ice."
The drunk looked all around, high and low, but couldn't see a single soul. He picked up the saw and tried one more time to finish.
Before he could even start cutting, the huge voice interrupted. "This is the third time now. There are no fish!"
The drunk now flustered and somewhat scared, asked the voice, "How do you know there are no fish? Are you God, trying to warn me?"
"No", the voice replied.
"Who are you then?", asked the drunk.
"I am the manager of the San Jose Sharks hockey rink and the playoff game is about to start. Get out!"
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