1 good deed to heaven

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.'