Arthur Davidson, of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, dies and goes to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, an angel tells Davidson, "Well, you've been such a good guy and your motorcycles have changed the world. As a reward you can hang out with anyone you want to in Heaven."
Davidson thinks about it and says, "I wanna hang out with God, Himself." The befeathered fellow at the Gate takes Arthur to the Throne Room and introduces him to God.
Arthur then asks God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of Woman?" God says, "Ah, yes." "Well, says Davidson, "You have some major design flaws in your invention:
1. There's too much front protrusion. 2. It chatters at high speeds. 3. The rear end wobbles too much. 4. The intake is placed too close to the exhaust."
"Hmmmm...." replies God. "Hold on."
God goes to the Celestial Supercomputer, types in a few key strokes and waits for the result. The computer prints out a slip of paper and God reads it.
"It may be that my invention is flawed," God replies to Arthur Davidson, "but according to my computer, there are still more men riding my invention than yours
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Davidson thinks about it and says, "I wanna hang out with God, Himself." The befeathered fellow at the Gate takes Arthur to the Throne Room and introduces him to God.
Arthur then asks God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of Woman?"
God says, "Ah, yes."
"Well, says Davidson, "You have some major design flaws in your invention:
1. There's too much front protrusion.
2. It chatters at high speeds.
3. The rear end wobbles too much.
4. The intake is placed too close to the exhaust."
"Hmmmm...." replies God. "Hold on."
God goes to the Celestial Supercomputer, types in a few key strokes and waits for the result. The computer prints out a slip of paper and God reads it.
"It may be that my invention is flawed," God replies to Arthur Davidson, "but according to my computer, there are still more men riding my invention than yours