A man appeared before St. Peter at the pearly gates.
"Have you ever done anything of particular merit?" St.
Peter asked.
"Well, I can think of one thing," the man offered.
"Once, on a trip to the Black Hills out in South
Dakota, I came upon a gang of high-testosterone
bikers, who were threatening a young woman. I directed
them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So,
I approached the largest and most heavily-tattooed
biker and smacked him on the head, kicked his bike
over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the
ground." I yelled, "Now, back off biker boy or you'll
answer to me!"
St. Peter was impressed. "When did this happen?"
"A couple of minutes ago."
"Have you ever done anything of particular merit?" St.
Peter asked.
"Well, I can think of one thing," the man offered.
"Once, on a trip to the Black Hills out in South
Dakota, I came upon a gang of high-testosterone
bikers, who were threatening a young woman. I directed
them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So,
I approached the largest and most heavily-tattooed
biker and smacked him on the head, kicked his bike
over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the
ground." I yelled, "Now, back off biker boy or you'll
answer to me!"
St. Peter was impressed. "When did this happen?"
"A couple of minutes ago."
