Arthur Davidson, the creator and founder of Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation died and went to heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "because you are a good man and your motorcycles create have changed the world, the reward you get 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 then asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of woman"? God said, "Oh, yes". "Well", said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention:
1.. There is 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".
"Hmmm, 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. "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 then yours".
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 then asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of woman"? God said, "Oh, yes". "Well", said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention:
1.. There is 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".
"Hmmm, 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. "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 then yours".
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