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 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 the Harley Davidson motorcycle?"
>
> Arthur said, " Yep, that's me".
>
> God said," Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's
> pretty unstable, makes noise and polluting and can't run without a
> road?"
>
> Arthur was apparently embarrassed, but finally he said, " Excuse me, but
> aren't You the inventor of woman?"
>
> God said, "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 protrusions; 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 enormous!"
>
> " Hmmmmm, 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."

Dear "J" .... can I please have .....
















One day without ..... you know .....

not feeling so fresh ??? awwwwwwww I couldnt resist........

or is it more like feminine itch?.........















I Know I'm itchin for a male.......

Is that like your ears burnin when somebody's talkin about you..
or your hand itchin when your getting $$$$