Loco Honkey
Banned
The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur 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
whoinvented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?!"
Arthur said, "Yeah, that's me..."
God commented: "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 embarrass! ed, but finally spoke, "Excuse me,
but
aren't you the inventor of woman?"
God 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.
5. And 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, i t 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."
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
whoinvented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?!"
Arthur said, "Yeah, that's me..."
God commented: "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 embarrass! ed, but finally spoke, "Excuse me,
but
aren't you the inventor of woman?"
God 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.
5. And 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, i t 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."
