A man died and appeared before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. "Have you ever done anything of particular merit to get into Heaven?" 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 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 (edited) out of all of you ! St. Peter was impressed, "Wow ... when did this happen?" "Just a couple of minutes ago."