An attractive young lady with raven-black hair and wide eyes approached the gates of Heaven. Looking her over, St. Peter said, “And may I ask, young lady, if you are a virgin?”
“I am,” was her demure reply.
Not wanting to appear distrustful but having to be cautious, St. Peter called over an angel to examine her. Several minutes later the angel returned.
“She’s a virgin,” the angel stated, “though I’m obliged to inform you that she *does* have seven small dents in her maidenhead.”
Thanking him, St. Peter took his place behind the ledger and faced the girl.
“Well, miss, we’re going to admit you. What is your name?”
She replied sweetly, “Snow White.”