I had a blocking Kidney stone* in mid October. I honestly can’t imagine pain more intense then that. Not that it doesn’t exist, just that my brain fails to comprehend.
*I actually had two but the bigger one had lodged itself in there first.
Wait a second. Are you reading this wrong, or are you saying you’ve never gone through labor?
I take it she did a good job of applying the courtesy stitches, as an aspiring plastic surgeon? 
I admit to being a whiny pussy when I get the flu, maybe it just affects me differently than some people, but every joint in my body feels like there is broken glass inside and even urinating is excruciating.
I’ve dealt with a lot of physical pain in my life but getting hit squarely in the balls is the only ranking of a 10 that I’ve mentally given out. Even a graze or glance of said balls can put me out of commission for 5 minutes or so.
Guys “ball tap” each other? 
I’m a guy, and I’ve never even heard of that.
There’s an unfair bias here.
Men are only whinier about being achy/viral/sick to women. I’ve been sick before with male and female friends, independent of each other, in the room with me.
When the male friends were there, we sat around playing video games punching each other, farting, doing generally manly things.
When the women were there, I was sitting there on the couch talking to them, being whiny and getting them to bring me broth, drinks, etc.
The difference? You whine around other guys and they laugh at you. You whine around women and they think you’re adorable and do stuff for you. I blame observational bias.
I think that she may have found her true calling on that day. I’m sure that everyone else involved thought that a change of vocation would have been a Good Thing.
Don’t ever, ever hang out with my rugby club. I don’t know why it started, but I’ve got to admit I’m one of the biggest perpetrators. It’s unarguably funny, as long as the person getting tapped isn’t you. As much as it hurts to get tapped, seeing 20 other guys get tapped makes it worth it. The best part is if two guys get in a tapping war, with each tap being progressively harder. Good times, good times.
How have you not ever done ball taps?
Basically, you use 2 knuckles and use a flicking motion upwards.
Been there. Been there… :smack:
Good time indeed. 
I gotta admit, I’ve never seen two guys beating each other’s genitals for fun.
Sounds like some sort of very specialized porn.
Definition from Urban Dictionary:
It’s primitive and fun!
This thread has gone so very wrong, hilarious but wrong.
Having been through some shared pain experiences I find this to be completely wrong. The original question was about tolerating pain in general - not which gender is dealt the most painful experiences. Not to be an ass about it but put your arm against the regular guys arm and drop a lit cigarette between them and see who pulls away first.
Two comments: Not all labor is equally painful. Not all women can endure the labor they do have. I would point out that talking about 26 hours of hard labor is usually misleading. There are different stages of labor with different levels of contractions and different levels of pain.
Jonathan
I’ve certainly learned something.
I can’t wait to greet all of my friends in this … unusual new way. I’m sure they will all find it hilarious.
I have no idea what the female equivalent to ball tapping is, but I bet a lot of guys would pay to see it.
Funny story - I used to date a girl who would jokingly say “I’ma kick you in the nuts.” Granted, that’s not very funny, but I assumed she meant it jokingly so I told her that the day she purposefully kicks me in the balls is the day I purposefully punch her in the tit. It became something of a joke with us, until we got in a fight one day at a concert and she actually punched me in the nads. She claimed she didn’t do it on purpose (:rolleyes:), but it was almost funny to see how she covered up her boobs when she realized what she had done, readying herself for the oncoming onslaught. I say almost funny, because I was in quite a bit of pain and the humor was not readily apparent to me at the time.
Actually, I guess that story is more sad than funny.
I went through it twice, in fact–my kids are now in their thirties, but I still have nightmares that I’m pregnant and the labor is just starting. I wake up nearly screaming from those, and the weird part is that I’m a natural baby machine who had relatively easy labor. Well, not the first one when they jacked a shitpot of pitocin into my IV and the baby went through my perineum at freight train speeds, requiring 100+ stitches to mend it all up but the second time was pretty easy. It could just be control issues for me, but I really do have a very high pain tolerance and can use meditation techniques to minimize pain–however none of my coping techniques had even the slightest effect on labor. It was like my mind went away and I was incapable of sentient thought. Horrifying, scary and fucking painful.
Oh yeah, and there’s another wonderful aspect to childbirth–when we pee it runs back toward the vagina if we don’t make an effort to avoid this by leaning forward and spreading the knees a bit. Imagine having to do this right after having a baby–and you will do it if you have stitches in your perineum. GodDAMN that stings. The nerve damage can make sex kind of an interesting experience for a while, too, as the adhesions cause tugging that’s a lot like I’ve heard guys experience during a vasectomy when the vas deferens is tugged up for cutting. Kind of a sick, enervating pain that makes you want to puke. Not too conducive to the old marital relations, that! Luckily, in my case it passed eventually but that sucked.
All this “ball tapping” stuff is horrible! Guys do that on purpose? :eek: Shoot, my first husband and I were assing around snapping towels at each other and he turned around just in time to catch a snap aimed at his butt cheek right across the scrotum–he had a big old welt across it, fell down like a marionette in a scissor factory. I totally felt like shit and that pretty much ended my towel-snapping career. Our dog Bear, a hyper, long-legged lab/husky mix totally nutted both my SO and a friend of ours in the space of an hour by jumping up and planting one right where it’s guaranteed to cause the most harm. If they could’ve stood up straight the dog probably wouldn’t have survived the night–I keep telling 'em it’s a mistake to get him all wound up in close quarters, but do they listen?
I’m happy to say that the ball tap is one stupid rite of passage I’m glad I never participated in.
And obviously, men can withstand pain better than women. I mean, Rambo sewed up his own bicep in the jungle with a needle and thread and didn’t even wince! Have you ever seen a woman do that? No way!
I rest my case.
It’s called a sack-tap.
And girls whine much more.
This was real big back in the greaser days. I never did understand why guys did this.