A
guy just died and he's at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted, while St.
Peter is leafin' through this Big Book to see if the guy is worthy.
St.
Peter goes through the Book several times, furrows his brow and says to the
guy, "You know, I can't see that you ever did anything really bad in your
life, but you never did anything really good either. If you can point to even
one really good deed--you're in."
The
guy thinks for a moment and says, "Yeah, there was this one time when I
was driving down the highway and saw a giant group of Biker Gang Rapists assaulting
this poor girl. I slowed down my car to see what was going on and sure enough,
there they were, about 50 of 'em ripping the clothes off this terrified young
woman.
Infuriated,
I got out of my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and walked up to the
leader of the gang, a Huge Guy with a studded leather jacket and a chain running
from his nose to his ear. As I walked up to the leader, the Biker Gang Rapists
formed a circle around me. So, I ripped the leader's chain off his face and
smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Layed him out. Then I turned and
yelled at the rest of them, 'Leave this poor innocent girl alone! You're all
a bunch of sick, deranged animals! Go home before I teach you all a lesson in
pain!'"
St. Peter, impressed, says, "Really? When did this happen?"
"Oh,
about two minutes ago." |