Reminds me of the story of the surgeon who wanted to go moose hunting in Alaska. He hired a large burly local guide, and the two of them were dropped off by helicopter in the remotest part of Alaska for one week. Second day of the hunt, the guide gets appendicitis, and the doctor tells him he must operate right away. However, the doctor says, there are no tools except a hunting knife and fishing tackle, and no anesthetic but a little whiskey. "Go ahead, Doc, and keep the Whiskey. I've only felt pain twice in my life," said the guide.
So the doctor operated, and cut the appendix out with a hunting knife, and sewed him up with a fishhook and some fly line. The guide never even grimaced. After the operation, the doctor and the guide say around the fire, talking:
"You said you've felt pain only twice in your life. Man, I gotta know! What was it? You're the toughest man on earth!"
"Well, Doc, I was hunting a few years ago, and it had just snowed a little. Suddenly, I had to take a dump really bad, so I hunkered down next to a pine tree. Well, I didn't know it, but I was crouched over a bear trap! I hit the trap with the first drop, and the jaws jumped up and clamped right down on my gonads! That was my very first pain..."
The doctor said, "Egad, I can imagine! What was the second pain!??"
"When I hit the end of that &*&#%$ chain!"
