One Good Deed

A guy just died and he's at the pearly gates, waiting to be

admitted, while St. Peter is leafin' through this Big Book to

see if the guy is worthy.

St. Peter goes through the Book several times, furrows his

brow and says to the guy, 'You know, I can't see that you

ever did anything really bad in your life, but you never did

anything really good either. If you can point to even one

REALLY GOOD DEED-- you're in.'

The guy thinks for a moment and says, 'Yeah, there was this

one time when I was driving down the highway and saw a giant

group of Biker Gang

Rapists assaulting this poor girl. I slowed down my car to

see what was going on and sure enough, there they were, about

50 of 'em ripping the

clothes off this terrified young woman.

Infuriated, I got out of my car, grabbed a tire iron out of

my trunk, and walked up to the leader of the gang, a Huge Guy

with a studded leather

jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ear. As I

walked up to the leader, the Biker Gang Rapists formed a

circle around me. So, I ripped the leader's chain off his

face and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Layed

him out. Then I turned and yelled at the rest of them, 'Leave

this poor innocent girl alone! You're all a

bunch of sick, deranged animals! Go home before I teach you

all a lesson in pain!'

St. Peter, impressed, says, 'Really? When did this happen?'

'Oh, about two minutes ago.'