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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 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!! Or you'll answer to me!"

St. Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?"

"Just a couple minutes ago."

This entry was posted by the Cat, on Wednesday, October 25, 2006.

“A man appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.”