"Have you even done anything of particular merit?" St Peter asked.

"Well, I can think of one thing," the drover offered.

"On a trip to Broken Hill, 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 slapped his 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 sh!t out the lot of ya!'"

St Peter was impressed.

"When did this happen?" he asked.

"A couple of minutes ago," replied the drover.