I was on my way into my old apartment building one night, when a man told me there was somebody breaking into a car on one of the side streets.
I kept a police whistle on my keychain in those days. I walked up the street toward where the theft was happening, blowing that whistle.

Quite a few of my neighbors came out, intent on taking the whistle out of my mouth and sticking it in some other orifice. I told each of them there was a car theft going on. They all headed toward the side street. The car thief took off for parts unknown, having had a blow job he will never forget.

And then there was Curtescine Loyd. A man broke into her house and tried to rape her. He took his pants off, and as she said later, "I grabbed it and I twisted. Then I grabbed those other things and twisted them the other way."

She then insisted that he let himself out the front door. He did, and crawled off down the street, leaving his pants, with his name in them, behind.
Ms Loyd called the police. The had no trouble finding the man who'd tried to rape her. He was arrested, and tried. The jury was out for 10 minutes, before they came back with the verdict. It has been suggested that they used the time for a restroom break. Laughing a lot does that to you.