St. Peter Diane J DJ Lost email@example.com
The guys thinks for a moment and says, "Humm, well there was this
one time when I was drivin' down a road and I saw a giant group of
biker gang members harassing this poor girl. I slowed down, and
sure enough, there they were, about 20 of 'em abusing this poor
woman, knockin' her around and all.
Infuriated, I got out my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk,
and walked up to the leader of the gang. He was a huge guy;
6-foot-4, 260 pounds, with a studded leather jacket and a chain
running from his nose to his ears. As I walked up to the leader,
the bikers formed a circle around me and told me to get lost or
I'd be next.
"So I ripped the leader's chain out of his face and smashed him
over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and yelled
to the rest of them, "Leave this poor innocent girl alone! You're
all a bunch of SICK, deranged animals! Go home before I really
teach you a lesson in PAIN!"
St. Peter, duly impressed, says "Wow! When did this happen?"
"Oh, about three minutes ago."
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