A minute later or two, she was ready to cross the street when the same voice bellowed ‘halt! Don’t cross the street now’. An out-of-control beer truck soon screeched around the corner and didn’t even slowdown as it ran the red light. Shaken, the woman asked out loud, “who are you?”
‘I am your guardian angel’ replied the voice. ‘And I imagine you have some questions for me”
‘You bet I do’, the woman said. ‘Where were you on my wedding day?’
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Well, I can think of one thing,” the man offered. ” On a trip to the Black Hills out in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of high-testosterone bikers, who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn’t listen. “So, I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker and smacked him on the head, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring, and threw it on the ground.” I yelled, “Now, back off!! Or you’ll answer to me!”
St. Peter was impressed: “When did this happen?”
“Just a couple of minutes ago”
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“Who is it?” a passenger asks the captain.
“I’ve no idea. Every year when we pass, he goes nuts.”
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“Yes,” replied the man. “My card was stolen over a month ago.” “Why didn’t you report your card as stolen?” asked the card company representative. The man replied, “Well, whoever stole my card is spending a lot less than my wife!”



