A bunch of cotton farmers were gathered aroung the cracker barrel at the general store, waiting for the gin to open. Door opened and Buford Bounds walked, sporting the black eye from hell.
"Damn, Buford, what happened to you?" asked the farmers.
"Well," said Buford, "We wuz at the church house yestidy, singin a hymn. Everybody stood up, so we could make a lot of noise, and you know that widder Johnson, well her dress was catched between the cheeks of her-uh-uh--sittin down parts, and being a gentleman, I retched over and pulled it out. Well, she gave me a awful look, and I could tell she was madder n a wet hen, so, being a polite person, I retched over and stuck it back in..............
Stoicism is nothing to get excited about....