Terry was riding his evil K1 "Power-Kruiser" along St Kilda Esplanade, searching for modern bikes to whup, when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the
Good Lord said, "G'Day Tezza maaaate, because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I
will grant you one wish."
Terry pulled over and said, "Cool, your hugeness, how about you build a bridge to Tasmania or New Zealand so I can ride over there anytime I want?"
The Lord said, "Fair go mate, your request is materialistic, think of the enormous
challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required to reach
the bottom of the Ocean, and the concrete and steel it would take! It
will nearly exhaust several natural resources. 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."
Terry thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, "Geez Lord, fair enough then, I now
wish that I and all men could understand our wives; 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 fuucking wrong ya big drongo',
and how I can make my woman truly happy??"
The Lord replied, "Righto then Tezza, so do you want two lanes or four on that bridge?
