Poor Jim is killed in a Boston automobile accident, but happily he goes to heaven where he gets to meet God and asks God if he can ask him a few questions.

Sure. Go right ahead, says the Almighty.

OK, Jim says, Why did you make women so pretty?

So you would like them, God replies.

All right then, Jim nods, but come you made them so nice and soft and curvey?

So you would LOVE them, God replies.

Jim ponders a moment and then asks, But why did you make them such air heads?

God replies, So THEY would love YOU!