A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The first of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. Indeed, the ball hit one of the men, and he immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in evident agony. The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize. She said, "Please allow me to help. I'm a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow." "Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I'll be all right...I'll be fine in a few minutes," he replied breathlessly as he remained in the fetal position still clasping his hands together at his crotch. But she persisted, and he finally allowed her to help him. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, she loosened his pants,and she put her hands inside. She began to massage him. She then asked him, "How does that feel?" To which he replied, "It feels great, but my thumb still hurts like hell."
The inventor of the Harley Davidson Motorcycle Corporation, 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
who invented motorcycles, eh?" Arthur said, "Yes, 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 runwithout a
road?" Arthur was apparently embarrassed, 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
supercomputer, 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.
A stockbroker, on his way home from work in New York City, came to a
dead halt in traffic and thought to himself, "Wow, this seems much worse than usual." He noticed a police officer walking between the lines of stopped cars, so he rolled down his window and asked,
"Officer, what's the hold up?"
The officer replied, "Hillary Clinton is depressed, so she stopped her
motorcade and is threatening to douse herself in gasoline and set
hersel on fire. She says her husband has spent all her money and the Democrats told her to forget about running for President in 2008. So we're taking up a collection for her."
The stock broker asked, "How much have you got so far?"
The officer replied, "About 4 1/2 gallons, but a lot of folks are still
siphoning.