2 Pollocks decide one day ot go ice fishing one day. The get their shit together and head out onto the ice.
They find a spot and start unpacking their gear. One of the Pollocks grabs the holecutter and positions it over their location. Just as he starts to drill into the ice, a giant and thunderous voice belts out, "THERE ARE NOOOO FISH UNDER THE ICE..."
The 2 Pollocks look at each other, scared and puzzled. They grab their gear and scurry to a new spot.
As they are unpacking their shit, the other Pollock grabs the drill and positions it over the ice. Lo and behold, once again, the loud and majestic voice lets out, "THERE ARE NOOOOO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
The 2 Pollocks by this point are freaking out. They grab their shit and go running for a new location. They start unpacking their shit. One of the Pollocks grabs the drill and positions it over the ice.
He begins to drill when all of a sudden they here the voice.
"THIS IS THE RINK MANAGER. THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
