Davey wouldn't fit a 'large' penis gourd anyway, so that was
further cause for avoiding confrontation with a potentially bigger-dicked
adversary. He wouldn't stand a chance in a brawling pissing contest. And
besides, loincloths didn't prevail over the onslaught of wicked hot metal
fragments and UV exposure here in the shop.
So a little oh, so welcome modernity, with its tightly-woven denims or Dickies®, thick-assed slag-friendly boots, a tough set of leathers, equally stalwart gloves, goggles, earplugs and a hood WOULD.
They say “you can never go back.”
Hey, who the hell would WANT to?
No, cut us some slack.