The Biker
A drover from a huge cattle station in the outback 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 drover offered.
"Once, on a trip to the back blocks of Broken Hill out in New South
Wales, I came across a gang of bikers who were threatening a young
sheila. I told them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So I
approached the largest and most heavily tattooed bikie and smacked him
in his face, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw
it on the ground.
I yelled, "Now, back off,or I'll kick the *** out of the lot of ya"
St. Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?"
"A couple of minutes ago."