not very well hung after all

I see that David Blaine is doing another one of his Twenty-first Century circus geek stunts, being suspended by the ankles for sixty hours in the middle of Central Park in New York City. That does sound incredibly demanding, but then as an aside comes the rest of the story: he is being let down every couple of hours to replenish his liquids and to let his blood pressure and such get a break.

Reminds me of the old joke where the guy in an unfamiliar small town has to go get some medicine in the middle of the night, and while driving around sees a little mom and pop pharmacy with a sign that says "Open 24 Hours." Relieved, he gets out of the car, runs to the front door, gives it a tremendous yank, and the door doesn't budge. He pounds on the door of the pharmacy, and a little old man in a night shirt shuffles out from the back and shouts "we're closed" to the fellow at the door. The man, frustrated, hollers back "but your sign says you're open twenty-four hours!" The little old pharmacist, walking slowly back whence he came, turns around and says "not in a row!"