read it there and tell me how I've ruined it.
A man died and stood 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 man offered. "Once, on a trip to New York City, I came across a gang of bikers, who were threatening a young lady.
I told them to leave her alone, but they wouldn't listen. So, I approached the largest, most heavily tattooed biker, figuring him to be the leader, and punched 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 the rest of you, too!"
St. Peter was impressed, "When did this happen?"
"Just a coupla minutes ago..."