The first Catholic women tells her friends, "My son is a priest. When he walks into a room, everyone calls him father." "
The second Catholic woman chirps, "My son is a bishop. Whenever he walks into a room, people call him 'your grace.'"
The third Catholic lady says, "My son is a Cardinal. Whenever he walks into a room, he's called Your Eminence."
The fourth Catholic woman sips her coffee in silence, the first three women prod her with a subtle, '"Well??"
So she replies, "My son is 6'2. He has broad, square shoulders. Terribly handsome. Tight muscular body. Hard buns and a very nice bulge. He is also a male dancer at a female strip club and whenever he walks into a room women gasp,OH MY LORD!"
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: One, there's too much front-end protrusion Two, it chatters at high speeds. Three, the rear end wobbles too much. Four, 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 tells Arthur Davidson, "but according to My Computer, more people are riding my invention than yours."
"What more do you want from me?" asked God. "I sent you two boats and a helicopter."
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