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Recently I have tidied my Yahoo! email's address book, therefore those who are in my list of emails will frequently receive my forwarded mails from now on. Don't like receiving fwd mails? Learn to like them then. Aiya rest assured la, I will not bombard your emails. I AM the filter of the fwd mails, I make sure they make sense or are interesting enough to be qualifed as a true worthy fwd mail.

I welcome goodie fwd mails, like the following, too. Come on. Get them fwded ooh la la.

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The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, 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 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 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 the Harley Davidson motorcycle ?"

Arthur said . . . " Yes Lord, 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,
Lord, but aren't you the inventor of woman ?"

God said . . . " Umm, 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 super-computer, 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."