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Somewhere in the desserts of the Middle East, there's a camel-rider who's getting a bit fed up with his beast: it's a young animal and clearly a bit frisky - it's time he did something about it. So, his arrival at the next oasis, he starts asking the elders: how do you control a frisky camel? Easy, comes the reply: you go and see Ali. He's the camel-castrator and will see you right!
So our chap heads off, dragging his camel along by the reins, until he comes to a sign outside a tent that reads Painless Camel Castrations By Ali. This must be the man and he starts the negotiations:
"So, this castration business. It's painless, is it?"
"Certainly is," replies Ali, "been doing it for years."
And so on. The settle on a price and the camel's reins are handed over. At which point, Ali swings a three-legged stool behind the camel, sits down on it and pries the animals rear legs apart. Nonchalantly picking up a couple of house-bricks, he takes aim and claps them together with an almighty BANG, the poor camels testicles centred right between the two slabs of clay!
The result is somewhat predictable: the camel howls in pain, drops down onto its side and, spitting furiously, lashing out in all directions. Generally behaving, well, like his crown jewels have been ruined!
Above the din, the camel rider yells: "Look at him! I thought you said this was painless!"
"Oh, it is," responds Ali as he calmly replaces the bricks in his tent, "but if I catch my thumb between these two, it hurts like a bitch."