Worthy
A guy has just died and he's at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted,
while St. Peter leafs through his Big Book, to see if the guy is worthy. He
goes through the Book several times. Finally, he 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."
"Well," says the guy, "What about the time I was driving down the highway
and saw a group of 50 punks assaulting some poor girl? I got out of my car,
grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and walked up to their leader -- 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 punks 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. 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 a all a lesson in pain!''
"Wow!" St. Peter, exclaimed, impressed. "And when did this happen?"
"Oh, about two minutes ago."
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-if you have to ask get out of the way-
Have you ever been stopped by a traffic cop and, while he was
writing a ticket or giving you a warning, you got the feeling that
he would just love to yank you out of the car, right through the
window, and smash your face into the front fender?...
