Andrew at the Pearly Gates

Andrew the drover from a huge cattle station in the Australian outback 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 drover offered.

“Once, on a trip to the back blocks of Broken Hill out in New South Wales,I came across a gang of bikers 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 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 life out of the lot of ya!”

St. Peter was impressed, “When did this happen?” “A couple of minutes ago.”