A guy is on a date with this girl, so he takes her to Lover's Lane.
When they get up there, she says, ''I have to be honest with you, I'm a hooker.'' The guy thinks about this for a short time and says it's okay. He agrees to pay her $25 and they start having sex.
After they finish, the guy says, ''I have to be honest with you now. I'm a cab driver and it'll cost you $25 for me to drive you back into town.''
The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went
At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur, "Since you've been such a good man and
your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward will be to hang out with
anyone you want in Heaven."
Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, "I want to hang out with
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God.
God recognized Arthur and commented, "Okay, so you were the one who invented
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 embarrassed, but finally spoke, "Excuse me, but aren't you
the inventor of woman?"
God said, "Mm, yes."
Well," said Arthur, "professional to professional, you have some major design
flaws in your invention:
There's too much inconsistency in the front-end protrusion; It chatters constantly at high speeds;
Most of the rear ends are too soft and wobble too much;
The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust;
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 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.