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Arthur Davidson, the inventor of the Harley Davidson motorcycle, 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, 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 woman?"
God said, "Uh, yeah."
"Well, " said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major
design flaws in your invention:
1.. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion.
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 to 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 super computer, typed in a few words, and waited
for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.
God turned to Arthur and said, "Well, it may be true that my invention is
flawed, but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention
than yours."
Well it could be true.
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, 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 woman?"
God said, "Uh, yeah."
"Well, " said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major
design flaws in your invention:
1.. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion.
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 to 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 super computer, typed in a few words, and waited
for the results. The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.
God turned to Arthur and said, "Well, it may be true that my invention is
flawed, but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention
than yours."
Well it could be true.
