A man appears before St. Peter at the pearly gates and was being fitted for his crown.
“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 Hell’s Angels who were threatening a young woman. I told 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?”
“About 3 minutes ago.”
