God & Motorcycles
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> Arthur (Harley)Davidson, died and went to heaven.
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> 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."
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> Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with God."
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> St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God.
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> God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?"
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> Arthur said, "Yep, that's me."
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> God said, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?"
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> Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally he said, "Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?"
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> God said, "Yes."
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> "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 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;
> 5. And the maintenance costs are enormous!"
>
> "Hmmmmm, you 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."
>
> Arthur (Harley)Davidson, 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.
>
> God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?"
>
> Arthur said, "Yep, that's me."
>
> God said, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?"
>
> Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally he said, "Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?"
>
> God said, "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 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;
> 5. And the maintenance costs are enormous!"
>
> "Hmmmmm, you 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."
