A friend and former roommate told me about his aunt who worked a local convenience store in Arkansas. Although she liked the job and she loved talking to the customers, she always had a fear of what might happen if someone tried to rob her. She decided that she would keep several cans of soup at the counter so she could throw them at any would-be robbers.

Then one fateful day she noticed an unfamiliar customer wandering the store acting strangely. When all the other customers had left the store, the man slowly made his way to the counter. With adrenaline coursing though her viens and her mind racing, she struggled to appear calm as she nonchalantly rested her hand on one of the cans of soup.

As the man placed a packet of gum on the counter, she slowly tightened her grip on the can. And that's when he reached in his pants, whipped out his little pistol. Or, well, it was his manhood: the flasher laid it on the counter. Before he could crack a smile, before he could utter even a single word, in a flash she raised the soup can up and slammed it down on his member.

He was still passed out when the police arrived. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif" alt="" />