FUS1ON
05-21-2004, 08:17 PM
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 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, "Ah, yes I am."
"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.
"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."
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.
Arthur then asked God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of woman?"
God said, "Ah, yes I am."
"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.
"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."