Laughter: The Universal Language – #82

This is kind of an oldie, but maybe you haven’t crossed paths with it before. And even if you have, I’m sure you’ll still laugh! 😁

Bridge
Photo – (cc) by Josh Bushinsky

A man on his Harley was riding along a California beach when suddenly the sky clouded above his head.

He pulled over, looked up, and heard God say in a booming voice, “Because you have tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.”

The biker thought for a few seconds and then said, “Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can ride over anytime I want.”

God replied, “Your request is materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific and the concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but… it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly help mankind.”

The biker thought about it for a long time.

Finally, he said, “Okay God, I wish that I, and all men, could understand women. I want to know how she feels inside, what she’s thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says nothing’s wrong, why she snaps and complains when I try to help, and how I can make a woman truly happy.”

God replied:  “You want two lanes or four on that bridge?”

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P.S. – By the way, I am hard at work doing a “translation” of this joke, so that the Harley rider is female, see, and – well it involves beer and a lot of belching… 😁

 

12 thoughts on “Laughter: The Universal Language – #82

    1. I cannot tell a lie: I get a lot of them from a great pal who emails them to me. And she in turn… well, you can see the way it goes – it’s an endless joke ‘chain.’

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