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The inventor of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle, Arthur
Davidson died and went to heaven where St. Peter spoke with him.
"Since you've been such a good man and your
motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is that 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 asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of women?"
God said, "Yes."
Arthur said,, "Professional to professional, you have some major
design flaws in your invention.
1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end
protrusions.
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.
3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too
>much.
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.
And, finally...
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous.
"Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied
God. "Hold on."
God went to his celestial computer, typed in some words, and waited
for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper.
God read it.
"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."
Davidson died and went to heaven where St. Peter spoke with him.
"Since you've been such a good man and your
motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is that 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 asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of women?"
God said, "Yes."
Arthur said,, "Professional to professional, you have some major
design flaws in your invention.
1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end
protrusions.
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds.
3. Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too
>much.
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust.
And, finally...
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous.
"Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied
God. "Hold on."
God went to his celestial computer, typed in some words, and waited
for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper.
God read it.
"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."