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El Lobo Reservardo, a sagacious gentleman from way out west, sent this one about a cowboy and a motorcycle gang…

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. Then 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."
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