I pulled one. My siblings were in the back seat of the car, I was bored, my dad was in the mall, so I just gripped it and ripped it. I could fit a sucker stick, one of those ones attached to the ball of pink and blue sugar, in the hole that was left behind. And I did. And it was good. And bloody.
I've always been able to ignore intense pain really easily, though. I remember jumping off a trampoline and landing stomach-first on the corner of a hot tub and being fine. Yanking a tooth was nothing. Stubbing a toe on the other hand was excruciating. Maybe it's a masculinity thing...