Grumpy John
17th June 2009, 06:36 PM
A ringer from a huge cattle station in outback <st1:country-region w:st=" border=" 0="" alt="">Australia</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 back blocks of Broken Hill out in <st1:state w:st="on">New South Wales</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..."
"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 back blocks of Broken Hill out in <st1:state w:st="on">New South Wales</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..."