The inventor 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 ***." St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to ***.
Arthur then asked ***, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of woman?" >*** said, "Ah, yes." "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 too close to the exhaust.
And finally,
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous.
"Hmmmm, you may have some good points there," replied
***, "hold on."
*** 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 *** read it.
Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,"
*** said to Arthur, "but according to these numbers,
more men are riding my invention than yours."
(I actually got sent it by a woman.)
[Edited on 14-4-2002 by javadude]
[Edited on 14-4-2002 by javadude]