Joke:)
okay been while since I have posted a joke! here you go! I am looking forward to seeing Tom Petty and the Black Corwes in concert tonight!
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're the one who
invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?"
Arthur said, "Yep, I did it."
God said, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something 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.. 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."
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're the one who
invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?"
Arthur said, "Yep, I did it."
God said, "Well, what's the big deal in inventing something 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.. 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."