A man appears before St. Peter at the pearly gates. “Have you ever done anything
of particular merit?” St. Peter asks.
“Well, I can think of one thing,” the man offers. “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.
I smacked him on the head, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring and
threw it on the ground, and told him,
‘Leave her alone now or you’ll answer to me.’”
St. Peter was impressed.
“When did this happen?”
“Just a few minutes ago.”