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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from way out
west, sent this one about a cowboy at the Pearly Gates...

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 tattooed biker and
smacked him in the 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 crap
out of all of you!"

St. Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?"

"Couple of minutes ago."
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