TEN.
Friday, January 1, 2010 | 12:05 AM | 0comments
A new year. New resolution.
So why not start the year with a smile? Perhaps even some laughter aye?
And here is just the right remedy that I need for the big number 10.
Arthur Davidson, of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, dies and goes to heaven.
At the gates, an angel tells Davidson, "Well, you've been such a good guy and your motorcycles have changed the world. As a reward, you can hang out with anyone you want to in Heaven."
Davidson thinks about it and says, "I wanna hang out with God, Himself."
The befeathered fellow at the Gates takes Arthur to the Throne Room and introduces him to God.
Arthur then asks God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of Woman?"
God says, "Ah, yes."
"Well," says Davidson, "You have some major design flaws in your invention:
- "There's too much front end protrusion
- it chatters at high speeds
- the rear end wobbles too much, and
- the intake is placed too close to the exhaust."
"Hmmm..." replies God, "hold on."
God goes to the Celestial Supercomputer, types in a few keystrokes, and waits for the result.
The computer prints out a slip of paper and God reads it.
"It may be that my invention is flawed," God replies to Arthur Davidson, "but according to My Computer, more people are riding my invention than yours."
He owns you now, bitch.
Hah.
