wheelinround
18th August 2009, 09:23 AM
Pearly Gates
A ringer from a cattle station in outback <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1>Australia</st1></st1:country-region> 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 ringer offered. "Once, on a trip to the backblocks of Broken Hill out in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1>New South Wales</st1></st1:state>, I came across a gang of bikies, 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's!"
St. Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?"
"Just a couple minutes ago..."
A ringer from a cattle station in outback <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1>Australia</st1></st1:country-region> 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 ringer offered. "Once, on a trip to the backblocks of Broken Hill out in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1>New South Wales</st1></st1:state>, I came across a gang of bikies, 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's!"
St. Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?"
"Just a couple minutes ago..."