A certain Canadian from Moose Jaw got a little drunk and went to Mass. The sermon was about when Jesus fed the masses with a few loaves of bread, a couple fish, and a rusty old tankard of sacramental wine. The Canadian was enthralled and took another swig, then decided to go ice fishing.
He brought with him a loaf of freshly baked bread and a bottle of Wild Turkey, he would feed the masses after he caught some fish. Then he took a swig.
The Canadian went out on the ice and started sawing through to make a hole from which to fish. As he chipped and sawed, and chipped some more there was a booming voice that came from the sky, "There aren't any fish under that ice."
The Canadian looked around not believing what he heard. He shook his head took another swig, and started chipping and sawing again. Again the Booming voice came from the sky, "I said there aren't any fish under that ice."
At this point the Canadian was understandably terrified, "Who said that?" he said, "Where are you?"
There was no answer.
The Canadian was getting very nervous, "Why talk to me, Are you God?"
The Booming voice from the sky said, "I'm the Manager of the Rink."
The moral of that story may be, "Never drink before going to Church, Or be conscious of your surroundings before talking to God."
Peace and Balance,
John
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