I doubt that they are her breasts. They’re too jiggly to be silicone, but she appears to be wearing two bras or undergarments. And why only the right breast? You’d think she’d want matching bruises… (I think she has something up her shirt, myself).
If they don’t like women taking their tops off, why did the call the town “Peel”?
And you can get busted for that? These are the guys my Father helped win the Second World War. Thought the Japanese were going to invade half the country. Tough guys, and now they get busted for “lustfully checking out”? 
Where’s the Mortein when I need it?
This is just weird. I’m not doubting you, but do you have a link? The only thing I can think of is that the copper was staring at her breasts and this other joker got in the way.
No, and actually now that I come to think of it, it was quite a few years ago - like the 80s. I saw the guy and the shop assistant (but not the cop) interviews on Channel 9’s Today show. I highly doubt it’d be Googlable, which is a shame, because I’m curious about exactly what happened too. You’re probably right about the cop’s motive.
Probably named for Sir Robert Peel… a famous cop.
Really.
Two nitpicks:
Peel is a region, not a town. The beer-can-crushing took place in the small town of Pinjara.
The Peel region was apparently named after Thomas Peel, a early settler in WA, not Sir Robert Peel, the well-known peeler.
At the moment, I am physicaly located in Peel Region, Ontario, which was named for the famous cop. I think.
Update …
Source: http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/story/0,22606,22651562-5012985,00.html
Gee, I wonder what she would do if someone gave her some ping pong balls.
I think my favourite part is the expression on the woman judge/panelist/moderator after the third beer can.
I’m afraid I missed her comment. Please enlighten me.
Ouch … :eek:
Reminds me of an old joke:
Bloke walks into a brothel and tells the madam he wants the toughest girl she’s got.
“Hey Sally! Get down 'ere!”
Sally presents herself.
“Is she tough?”
“Toughest in the state, sir.”
“Do you mind if I test her before I part with my money?”
“No, go right ahead.”
With this, he strikes a match on one of her breasts. Sally doesn’t flinch.
He lights a cigarette and stubs it out in her navel. Sally’s expression is neutral.
Our friend is just about to say, “I’ll take her!” when Sally drops her pants, bends over, and shows him her bum. “What are you doing that for?”, he asks.
“Oh, after your cigarette, I thought you might like to open a bottle of beer.”
Given the subject of this thread, I would have figured it was named after “Emma Peel.”
Kind of funny that this happens in a country where their export of toxic waste has been advertised in commercials featuring a woman diving dolphin like into a wash tub filled with ice water to extract a canister of the aforementioned toxic waste, coming up with the canister in her teeth and being described as a “keeper” (i.e. a woman worthy of marrying).