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Henry Ford dies and goes to Heaven.
At the gates, an angel tells Ford, "Well, you've been such a good guy and your invention -- the assembly line for the automobile -- changed the world. As a reward, you can hang out with anyone you want to in Heaven."
Ford thinks about it and says, "I wanna hang out with God himself."
The befeathered fellow at the Gates takes Ford to the Throne Room and introduces him to God. Ford then asks God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of Woman?"
God says, "Ah, yes."
"Well," says Ford, "you have some major design flaws in your invention:
1st - there's too much front end protrusion;
2nd - it chatters at high speed;
3rd - maintenance is very costly;
4th - it constantly needs repainting and refinishing;
5th - it is out of commission 5 or 6 days out of every 28;
6th - the rear end wobbles too much; and
7th - the intake is placed too close to the exhaust."
"Hmmmmm.," replies God, "hold on." God goes to the Celestial Super Computer, 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 Henry Ford, "but according to statistics, more men are riding my invention than yours."
At the gates, an angel tells Ford, "Well, you've been such a good guy and your invention -- the assembly line for the automobile -- changed the world. As a reward, you can hang out with anyone you want to in Heaven."
Ford thinks about it and says, "I wanna hang out with God himself."
The befeathered fellow at the Gates takes Ford to the Throne Room and introduces him to God. Ford then asks God, "Hey, aren't you the inventor of Woman?"
God says, "Ah, yes."
"Well," says Ford, "you have some major design flaws in your invention:
1st - there's too much front end protrusion;
2nd - it chatters at high speed;
3rd - maintenance is very costly;
4th - it constantly needs repainting and refinishing;
5th - it is out of commission 5 or 6 days out of every 28;
6th - the rear end wobbles too much; and
7th - the intake is placed too close to the exhaust."
"Hmmmmm.," replies God, "hold on." God goes to the Celestial Super Computer, 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 Henry Ford, "but according to statistics, more men are riding my invention than yours."