happened to me once
coming from souhport on the train, 12th of july, it was jam-packed with drunken orangemen. it wasn't one of them that was trying to grind his foetid man-meat between my cheeks, though. it was a sweaty child-molester lokking mo'fo in a pink shirt and green pants. unfortunately for him, i was only holding the rail with one hand. my other was at my side, with its rather long and extremely sharp fingernails. i reached around, grabbed his balls(i swear he sighed and trembled a bit at that point) and dug my nails right in. he didn't dare move(i could have ripped his scrote off) or make a noise(everyone would know what he'd been up to), so he just kind of whispered "okay, i'm sorry" and i let go.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 5 Feb 2008, 2:02, Reply)