Along those same lines:
A veteran psychologist is again assigned to do yearly case reviews at a local asylum for insane climbers. At the asylum, he accompanies the staff on their daily rounds.
In the first room they visit, a man is stemming between his window sill and an upended bed frame six feet away, humming to himself in a trance-like state. The psychologist approaches the man and asks him what he is doing. The trance lifts and he tells the doctor that he is training for future roadtrips to Devil’s Tower. The doctor, impressed by his progress over the last 12 months, gives the climber a clean bill of health and sends him home.
They go on to the second patient’s room. In this room a tiny woman is clinging to the underside of her bunkbed and practicing wild lunges for the bars on her windows. The psychologist asks her what she is doing. She lowers herself and tells him that she is hoping to get back to Rifle in the springtime and is trying to get some of her old finger strength back. The doctor, again impressed by the patient’s progress, sends her home.
After visiting several more patients, they make it to the last room in the asylum. Inside, a man sits stark naked on his bed in a harness made from shredded bedding and littered with hand tied slings. As he babbles incoherently about bashies and RURPs, he rolls a full set of Wild Country Rocks up and down his penis. Shocked, the psychologist asks, “What in God’s name are you doing, don’t you want to get well?” The man turns to the doctor and says – “Can’t you see? I’m F$@%ing nuts, I’m never getting outta here!”