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Arthur Davidson, of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, died and
went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since you've been
such a good man, and your motorcycles have changed the world, your
reward is you can hang out with anyone you want in Heaven."
Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out
with God." St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him
to God.
Arthur then asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of woman?"
God said, "Ah, yes."
Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major
design flaws in your invention: Number one, there's too much
inconsistency in the front-end protrusion. Number two, it chatters
constantly at high speeds. Number three, most of the rear ends are too
soft and wobble too much. Number four, the intake is placed way too
close to the exhaust. And finally, the maintenance costs are
outrageous."
"Hmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on."
God went to his Celestial Super Computer, typed in a few words, and
waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God
read it.
"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said to Arthur,
"but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than
yours."
went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since you've been
such a good man, and your motorcycles have changed the world, your
reward is you can hang out with anyone you want in Heaven."
Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out
with God." St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him
to God.
Arthur then asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of woman?"
God said, "Ah, yes."
Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major
design flaws in your invention: Number one, there's too much
inconsistency in the front-end protrusion. Number two, it chatters
constantly at high speeds. Number three, most of the rear ends are too
soft and wobble too much. Number four, the intake is placed way too
close to the exhaust. And finally, the maintenance costs are
outrageous."
"Hmmm, you may have some good points there," replied God, "hold on."
God went to his Celestial Super Computer, typed in a few words, and
waited for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God
read it.
"Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed," God said to Arthur,
"but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than
yours."
