A cowboy 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 cowboy offered.

‘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 sh*t out of all of you!’

St. Peter was impressed, ‘When did this happen?’

‘Just a couple of minutes ago…’